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Full text of "The tea-table miscellany: or, a collection of Scots sangs. The tenth edition. Being the whole that are contain'd in the three volumes, just published. By Allan Ramsay"

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THE GLEN COLLECTION 
OF SCOTTISH MUSIC 

Presented by Lady Dorothea Ruggles- 
Brise to the National Library of Scotland, 
in memory of her brother, Major Lord 
George Stewart Murray, Black Watch, 
killed in action in France in 1914. 
28th January 1927. 



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TEA-TABLE 

MISCELLANY: 

O R, 

A Collection 

O F 

SCOTS SANGS. 






1 



When we behold her Angel Face, 

Or when fhe fings with heav'nly Grace, 

In what we hear and what we fee, 

How ravi firing's the Harmony ! 

No Charms like Celia's Voice furprife, 

Except the Mufick of her Eyes. Lansdoww, 



■'% The Tenth Edition. 

Being the Whole that are contain'd in the T h r £ s 
Volumes, juft Publifhed. 

By ALLAN RAMSAY, 

D V B L I N; 

Printed by S. Powell, 

Fo> G e o r g b Risk, at the Shakefpear's Heai f| 
Dame's Street, M PCC XXXIT, 

( v OF SCOTLAND r ) 




D JE D I C A T I O N. 

To ilka lovely Britijh Lafs, 

Frae Ladies CharIote 9 Anne and Jea# 9 
Down to ilk bony finging Befh 

Wha dances barefoot on the Gr$en v 

Dear Lasses, 

YOUR moft humble Slave, 
Wha ne'er to ferve you Hi all decline. 
Kneeling wad your Acceptance crave. 
When heprefentsthisfma' Propine, 

Then take it kindly to your Care, 
Revive it with your tunefu' Notes ;' 

Its Beauties will look fweet and fair, 
Arifing faftly through your Throat, 

The wanton wee Thing will rejoice, 
When tented by a fparkling Eye, 

The Spinnet tinkling with her Voice, 
It lying on her lovely Knee*, 

A i Win! 



iv DEDICATION. 

While Kettles dringe on Ingles dour, 
Or Clafhes flay the lazy Lafs ; 

T-hir Sangs may ward you frae the fowr, 
And gayly vacant Minutes pafs. 

E'en while the Tea's fill*d reeking rounds 
Rather than plot a tender Tongue, 

Treat a' the circling Lugs wi'Sound, 
Syne fafely fip when ye have fung* 

May Happinefs had up your Hearts, 
And warm you lang with loving Fires 

May Powers propitious play their Parts, 
In matching you to your Defires. 



A. RAMSAY. 



PRE- 




PREFACE. 




LTHO y it be acknowledged* that 
our Scots Tunes have not lenrrthned 
Variety of Mufickt jet they have 
an agreeable Gaiety and natural 
Sweet nefs^ that make them acceptable where- 
ever they are known^ not only among our Jelves 9 , 
but in other Countries. They are for the moft 
fart fo chearful, that on hearing them well 
plafd or fang, we find a Difficulty to keep 
our felves from dancing. What further adds 
to the Efteem we have for them, is^ their An- 
tiquityj and their being univerfally known,. 
Mankind's Love for Novelty would appear to- 
contradict this Reafon ; but will not^ when w§ 
co?ifider y that for one that can tolerably enter- 
tain with Vocal or Inflrumental Mujickj there 
are fifty that content themfelves with the Flea- 
fure of hearing, and finging without the Trou- 
ble of being taught : JVow 9 fuch are not Judges 
of the fine Flourishes of new Mujick imported 
from. Italy and elfewhere^ yet will lijlen with 
A 3 Pleafure 



vi PREFACE. 

Pleafure to Tunes that they know, and can pin 
within the Chorus, Say that our Way is on* 
ly an harmonious fpeaking of merry, witty or 
jbft Thoughts, after the Poet has drefs'd them 
in four or five Stanz,as ; yet undoubtedly thefe 
mtjft reliflj heft with People, who have not be- 
flowed much of their Time in acquiring a Tafte* 
for that downright perfetl Mufak^ which re~ 
quires none, or very little of the Poet's Ajfiflancem 

My being well affured, how acceptable new 
Words to known good Tunes would prove, en- 
gaged me to the making Verfes for above 
jixty of them, in this Volume; About thir- 
ty more were done by fome ingenious young 
Gentlemen, who were fo well pleafed with my 
Undertakings that they generoufly lent me their 
^jjiftance ; and to them the Lovers of Senfe 
&nd Mufickarc obliged for fome of the be (I Songs 
m the Colletlion. The reft are fuch old Verfes 
as have been done time out of Mind, and only 
wanted to be cleared from the Drofs of blunder- 
ing Tranfcribers and Printers > fuch as, The 
Gaherlunzie-man, Muirland Willie, Scc.that 
§Uim their Place in our Colletlion, for their 
merry Images of the low Char abler. 

This Tenth Edition in Eight Years, and the 
general Demand for the Book^ by Perfons of all 
Ranks, wherever our Language is underjlood, 
is a jure Evidence of its being acceptable. My 
worthy Friend Dr. Bannerman tells me from 
America* 

Nor 



PR E F A C E. vii 



Nor only do your Lays o'er Britain flow, 
Round all the Globe your happy Sonnets go $ 
Here thy foft Verfe, made to a Scottijh Air, 
Are often f ungby our Virginian Fair. 
Camilla's warbling Notes are heard no more, 
But yield to Laft Time I came o'er the Motr } 
Hydafpes and Rinaldo both give way 
To Mary Scot, Tweed' fids and Mary Gray. 

From this Volume, Mr* Thomfon (wh& 
is allowed by all, to be a good Teacher and 
Singer of Scots Songs) cuil'd his Orpheus 
Caledonius, the Mufick for both the Voice 
md Flute-, and the Words of the Songs 
finely engraven in a; folio Book^ for the 
Vfe of Per fins of the higheft Quality in Bri- 
tain, and dedicated to her Royal Hlghnefs> now 
her Majefty our moft gracious Ouepj, This 
by the by 1 thought proper to intimate, and do 
my felf that Juftice which the Publifier ne* 
glefled ; Jince he ought to have acquainted his 
illuflrious Lift of Subscribers ± that the moft ofths 
Songs were mine} the 'Mufick abftratted. 

In my, Compojttiom and Colletlions, I have 
kept out all Smut and Ribaldry, that the modeft 
Voice and Ear of the fair Singer might meet 
with no Affront ; the chief Bent of all my 
Studies being, to gain their good Graces: And 
it jhall always be my Care> to ward off thefi 
Frowns that would prove mortal to my Mufe. 

A 4 Now, 



viii PREFACE/ 

Now, Little Book* go your ways ; be af- 
fured of favourable Reception wherever the 
Sun fhines on the free-born chearful Briton; 
fteal your felf into the Ladies Bofoms. Hap- 
py Volume ! you are to live too as long as the 
Song of Homer in Greek and Englifh, and 
mix your Apes only with the Odes of Horace, 
Were it but my Fate, when old and ruffled, 
like you to be again reprinted, what a curious 
Figure would I appear on the outmoft Limits of 
Time, after a thoufand Editions ? Happy Vo- 
lume', you are Jecure, but I muft yield: pleafe 
the Ladies, and take care of my Fame. 

In Hopes of this, fearlefs of coming Age, 
I'll/mile thro* Life j and when for Rhimercnows'^ 

I'll calmly quit the Farce and giddy Stage, 
And flecp beneath a flow'ry Turfffull found, 




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Bonny Christy* 

HO W fweetly fmells the Simmer green ! 
Sweet tafte the Peach and Cherry j 
Painting and Order pleafe our Een, 

And Claret makes us merry ? 
But fined Colours, Fruits and Flowers, 

And Wine, tho* I be thirfty, 
Lofe a' their Charms and weaker Powers, 
Compar'd with thole o£Chrifty. 

When wand'ring o'er the flbwry Park, 

No nat'ral Beauty wanting, 
How lightfome is't to hear the Lark, 

And Birds in Confort chanting.*, 
But if my Chrijfy tunes her Voice, 

I'm wrapt in Admiration j 
My thoughts with Extafies rejoice^ 

And drap the hale Creation, 

"Whene'er fhe f miles a kindly Glance^ 

I take the happy Omen, 
And aften mint to make Advance, 

Hoping fhe'll prove a Woman s - 
Silt, dubioqs of my ain Defert, 

My Sentiments! f mother j 
With fecret Sighs I vex my Heart, , 

For fear flie love another, 

Af 



Thus 



C lo 5 

Thus fang Mate Edie by a Burn, 

His Chrifly did o'er-hear him ; 
She doughtna let her Lover mourn, 1 

But ere he wift drew near him. 
She fpake her Favour with a look, 

Which left nae Room to doubt her 5 
He wifely thiswhite Minute took, 

And flang his Arms about heiv 

My Chriftyf— — witnefs, bonny Stream* 

Sic Joys frae Tears arifing, 
2 wifh this may na be a Dream 5 

O Love the maift furprifing! 
Time was too precious now for Tauk % 

This Point oi a' his Wifhes 
He wadna with fet Speechesbauk, 

But war'd it a' on KuTes. 



The Bujh aboon Traqualr. 

HEAR me, ye Nymphs, and ev'ry Swaii!. 
I'll tell how Peggy grieves me, 
Tho* thus I Ianguifh, thus complain, 

Alas! (he ne'er believes me. 
My Vows and Sighs, like filent Air, 

U nheeded never move her 5 
At the bonny Bufh aboon Traqualr* 
'Twas there I firft did love foeiv 

That Day fhe frnil'd, and made me glad. 

No Maid feern'd ever kinder 5. 
1 thought my felf the luckieft Lad^ 

So fweetly there to find hex. 



I fcry'd to footh my am'rous Flame; 

In Words that I thought tender; 
If more there pafs'd, I'm not to blame 3 

I meant not to offend her. 

Yet now fhe fcornful flees the Plain, 

The Fields we then frequented* 
Ife'erwemeet, fhe fhews Difdain, 

She looks as ne'er acquainted. 
The bonny Bum bloom'd fair in May, 

Its fweets 1*11 ay remember ; 
But now her Frowns make it decay, 

It fades as in December. 

Ye rural Powers, who hear my Strains, 

Why thus mould Feggy grieve me ? 
Oh ! make her Partner in my Pains, 

Then let her Smiles relieve me. 
If not, my Love will turn Defpair, 

My Pafiion no more tender, 
I'll leave the Bufh aboon Traquair, 

To lonely Wilds I'll wander. 



C; 



An O D E. 

To the Tune of, Pol warth on the G-rcoog • 

TH O* Beauty, like the Rofe 
That fmiles on Polwartb Green,, 
In various Colours fhows, 

As'tis by Fancy feen: 
Yet all its different Glories Iy 

United in thy Face, 
And Virtue, like the Su«n on high^ 
Gives Rays to ev'ry Grace, 

So 



X « I 

So charming isher Air, 

So fmooth, Co calm her Min-d^. 
That to fome Angel's Care 

Each Motion feems afTign'd : 
Hutyetfochearful*. fprightly, gay^ 

The joyful Moments fly, 
As if for Wings they ftole the Ray 

She darteth from her Eye. 

Kind am'rousCupids while 

\P ith tuneful Voice (he fiflgffi 
Perfume her Breath and Smile, 

And wave their balmy Wings ° 
But as the tender Brlufhes rife^ 

Soft innocence doth warm, 
The Soul in blifsful Extafies 

DiiTolveth in the Charm. 



rtr r e d - s i n e« 

WHAT Beauties does Flora difclofe ? 
How fweetare her Smiles upon Tweed? 
yetMary's ftill fweeterthan thofej 

Both Nature and Fancy exceed* 
NovDaifie, nor fweet bluihing Rofe s 
Not all the gay Flowers of the Field*, 
>Jot Tweed gliding gently thro' thofe, 
Such Beauty and Pleaiure does yield,. 

The Warblers are heard in the Grove, 

The Linnet, the Lark, and the Thru fb>" 
The Black bird, and fweet cooing Dove, 

t With M.u.fi ck enchant ev'ry BuQa* 

Cornts 



Come, let us go forth to the Mead; 

Let.us fee how the Frimrofes fpring • 
We'll lodge in fome Village on Ttveed, 

And love while the feathered Folks flag* 

Mow does my Love pafs the long Dayf 

Does Mary not 'tend a few Sheep ! 
Do they never careleily ftray, 

W hile happily fhe lies afieep •? 
Tweed's Murmurs fhould lull her to Reft: 5 

Kind Nature indulging my Blifs, 
To relieve the foft Pains-of my Breafh 

I'd ftealan Ambrofial JCifs.. 

"Tis Ghe does the Virgins excel, 

No Beauty with her may compare ^ 
Love's Graces all round her do dwell, 

She's faireft, where Thoufands are fair J 
Say, Charmer, whera.do thy Flocks ftrayf 

Oh ! tell me at Noon where they feed 3 
Shall I feek them on fvveet winding Toy, 

Or the pleafanter Banks of the Tweed ? €;; 



SONG. 

To the Tune of, Woe's my mart that m. (liould fimfcf] . 

IS Wamilla then my own ? 
Oh! the dear, the charming Treafurej 
Fortune now in vain fhall frown 3 

Ail my future Life is Pleafure*. ,„ - 

See how rich with youthful Grace, 

Beauty warms her ev'ry Feature 3 
Smiling Heaven is in her Face,. 

AlLis.gay 3 and all is Nature. 

See 



( i4 J 

See what mingling Charms arife, 
Rofy Smiles, and kindling Blufties $ 

Love fits laughing in her Eyes, 
And betrays her fecret Wifhes. 

Hafte then from th' Idalian Grove, 

Infant Smiles, and Sports, andGracesi 

Spread the downy Couch for Love, 
And lull us in your fweet Embraces* 

Softefl: Raptures, pure from Noife, 
This fair happy Night furround us 5 

t While a thoufand fprightly Joys, 
Silent flutter all around us. 

Thus unf owr'd with Care or Strife; 

Heaven ftill guard this deareft Bleffingj 
k While we tread the Path of Life, 

Loving ftill, and ftill poflefling. 



A SONG* 

LET's be jovial, fill our Glafles, 
Madnefs 'tis tor us to think, 
How the Waild is rul'd by Affes, 

And the Wife are fway'd by Chink, 
Fa, la, ra, &c. 

Then never let vain Cares opprefsms* 
Riches are to them a Snare j 

We're ev'ry one as rich as Crcsfus, 
While our Bottle drowns our Care a 

Fa> la > ra, &c» 



Wih* 



( If I 

Wine will make us red as Rofes, 

And our Sorrows quite forget : 
Come, let us fuddle all our Nofes* 

Drink our felves quite out of Debt? 
la, la, ra, &c. 

When grim Death is looking for us. 

We are toping at our Bowls, 
^Bacchus joining in the Chorus : 

Death, begone, here's none but Souls?, 
la, la 3 raj Sec, 

God-like Bacchus thus commandingj 

Trembling Death away (hall fly* 
Ever after underftanding, 

Drinking Souls can never die.' 
la, la, ra. &c. % 



Muirland Willie. 

HARKEN and I will tell you how 
Young Muirland Willie came to wo©> 
,Tho s he could neither fay nor do ; 

The Truth I tell to you, 
But ay he cries, whate'er betide, 
Maggy Tfe ha'e he r to be my Bride, 
Witkafal, dal, 6c c. 

On his Gray Yade as he did ride^ 
With durk and Piftol by his Side, 
He priek'd her on wi' meikle Prided 

Wi' rneikle Mirth and Glee. 
Out o'er yon Mofs, out o'er yon Muif, 
Till he came to her Dady's Door, 
With afal, dal, &c. 



i rtf J 

Goodman, quoth he, be ye within, 
I'm came your Doghter's Love-to win* 
I care not for making meikle-Din j. 

WhatAnfwer gi* ye me? 
Now, Woer, quoth he, wou'd ye light down* 
I 'II gie y e my Doghter's Love to win, 
With a fal, dal, tkc. 

Now, Woer, fih ye are lighted down* 
"Where do ye win, or in what Town I 
I think my Doghttr winna gloom 

On ficka Ladasye. 
The Woer he ftep'd up the ITdufe, 
And wow but he was wond'rous croufe^ 
Wish a fal, dal, &c. 

I have three Owfen in a Plough, 
Twa good gae'n Yads, and Gear enough,' 
The Place they ca' it Cadeneugh-, , 

I fcorn to tell a Lie ; 
Befides, I had frae the great Laird» 
A Peat-pat and a lang Kail-Yard* 
Withafd, ckc. 

The Maid pat on her Kirtle browns- 
She was the Drawer* in a' the Town $ 
I wat on him fhe did na gloomi 

But blinkit bonnilie. 
The Lover he ftended up in hafre, 
And gript her hard about the Wafte 5 
mhafal,&c. 

To win your Love, Maid, I'm come here,' 
I'm young, and hae enough o'Gear, 
And for my fell ye need ira fear, . 
Xseth try mewhan ye like. 

He- 



C t7 ) 

He took afF his Bonnet and fpat in his Chew, 
He dighted his Gab, and he pri'd her Mou', t 
With a fal, &c. 

The Maiden blufht and bing'd fu' laWj 
She had na Will to fay him na, 
But to her Dady (he left it a% 
As they twa cou'd agree. 
The Lover hega'e her the tither Kifs, 
Syne ran to her Dady, and tell'd him thiss, 
With a fal, &c. 

Your Doghter wacTna fay me nay 
But to your fell fhe has left it a', 
As We cou'd gree between us twa j 
Say what'll ye gi' me wi' her ? 
Now, Woer, quoth he, I ha'e na meikle ? 
But lick's I ha'e ye'sget a Pickle, 
With a fal, &c. 

A Kilnfu' of Corn I'll gi'e to thee, 
Three Soums of Sheep, twa good Milk Ky^. 
Ye'sha'e the Wadding Dinner freei 

Troth I dow do na mair. 
Content, quo' he, a Bargain be'f, 
I'm far frae hame, make hafte let's do'*! 
With a fal, Sec. 

The Bridal Day it cams to pafs, 
Wi'mony a blythfome Lad and Lafsj. 
But ficken a Day there never was, 

Sic Mirth was never feen. 
This winfom Couple ftraked Hands, 
Mdsjohn ty'd up the Marriage Baaids, 
mthafaly^.^ 



Arf- 



And our Bride's Maidens were na few,' 
WTap-knots, Lug-knots, a'inblew, 
Frae Tap to Tae they were braw new, 

And blinkit bonnilie. 
Their Toys and Mutches were fae clean^ 
They glanced in our Ladfes Een, 
Withafal, &c. 

SickHirdum, Dirdum, andfickDin, 
Wi' he o'er her, and (he o'er him; 
The Minftrels they did never blin, 
Wi* meikle iMirth and Glee. 
And ay they bobit* and ay they beckt, 
And ay their Wames together met, 
Wuhafal, &c. 

T'he Promised Joy,, 
To the Tune of, Carle and the King come* 

WHE N we meet again, Phely,.. 
When we meet again, Phely* . 
Raptures will reward our Pain, 
And Lofs refult in Gain, Phely, 

Long the Sport of Fortune driv'n> 

To Defpatr our Thoughts were giv'n? 

Our Odds will all be ey'n, Phely, 

When toe meet again Phely, we „ 

Now in dreary diftant Groves> 
Tho* we moan like Turtle-dove*, 
Suffering befi: our Virtue proves, 

And will enhance our Loves, Phely 1 

When we meet again, Phely, &c , 



to 



( 19 ) 

Joy will come m a Surprife, 
'Till its happy Hour arife $ 
Temper welfyour love-fick Sighs, 
For Hope becomes the Wife, Pheiy* 
When we meet again, Phely, 
When -we meet again, Phely, 
Rapiures will rewardour Vain, 
And Lofs refttlt in Gain,. Phely. M> 



fi Delia on her drawing him to her 
Valentine* 

To the Tune of, Black-ey r d Sukn. 

YE Powers! was Damon then fo bleft, 
To fall to charming Delia's Share, 
Delia, the beauteous Maid, pofleft 

Of all that's foft, and all that's fair r 
Here ceafe thy Bounty, O indulgent Heav'fi* 
1 ask no more, for all my Wifhisgi?'n. 

I came, and Delia fmiling fhow'd, 

She fmil'd, and fhow'd the happy Name 5 

With rifing Joy my Heart o'erflow'd, 

I felt, and bleft the new-born Flame. 
May fofteft Pleafures carelefs round her move,^ 
May all her Nights be Joy, and Days be Love. 

She drew the Treafure from her Breai?:, 

That Breaft where Love and Graces play, 

O Name beyond Expreflion bleft ! 

Thus lodg'd with all that's fair and gay. 
To be fo lodg'd ! the Thought is Extafy, 
^ho would not wifh in Paradife to ly ? 1C 



C ss ) 

The Faithful Shepherd. 

To the Tune of, Auld langfyne. 

WHEN Flow'ry Meadows deck the Year, 
And fporting Lambkins play, 
When 'pangl'd Fields renew'd appear, 

And Mufick wak'd the Day ; 
Then did my Cbloe leave her Bower, 

To hear my am'rous Lay, 
t Warm ? d by my Love, (he vow'd noPow'f 
Shou'd lead her Heart affray. 

The warbling Quires from ev'ry Bough 

Surrounded our Couch in Throngs, 
And all their tuneful Arts beftow, 

To give us Change of Songs : 
Scenes of Delight my Soul pofTefs'oV. 

I blefs'd, then hugg'd my Maid |. 
Xrob'd the Knlesfrom herBreaft, 

Sweet as a Noon-day's Shade,,. 

Joy fo iranfporfing never fails 

To fly away as Air, 
Another Swain with her prevails,' 

Tobeasfalfe as fair. 
.What can my fatal Paffion cure h 

rilnever woo again 5 
All her Difdain I muil endure. 

Adoring her ia vain.. ©• 

What Pity 'tis to hear the Boy 

Thus fighing with his Pain ; 
But Time and Scorn may give him Joy s 

To hear her figh again, 

& & Ah! 



(11 ) 

Ah! fickle Chls% beadvis'd, 
Do not thy felf beguile, 

A faithful Lover fhould be priz'd, 
Then cure him with a Smile . 



To Mr is. S. H. on her taking Jometbing 

ill I [aid. 

T© the Tune of, HaUow Ev'n. 

WH Y hangs that Cloud upon thy Brow ? 
That beauteous Heav'n ere while ferene, 
Whence do thefe Storms and Tempefts flow. 

Or what this Guft of Paflfon mean } 
And muft then Mankind lofe that Light, 

Which in thine Eyes was wont to Ihine,' 
And ly obfcur'd in endlefs Night, 
For each poor filly Speech of mine ? 

©ear Child, how can I wrong thy Name,' . 3 

Since 'tis acknowledg'd at all Hands, 
That could ill Tongues abufe thy Fame, 

Thy Beauty can make large amends^ 
Or if I durft profanely try 

Thy Beauty's pow'rful Charms t'upbi'aid^ 
Thy Virtue well might give the Lie,, 

And call thy Beauty to its Aid* 

Tor Venus every Heart t'enfnare, 

With all her Charms has deck'd thy Paces 
And Pallas with unuf ual Care, 

Bids Wifdom heighten every Grace. 
Who can the double Pain endure ? 

Or who muft not reflgn the Field 
To thee, Celeftial Maid, fecure 

With Cttfid't Bow, and ?allm\ Shield ? 

la 



ffthen to thee fuch Power is given, 

Let not a Wretch in Torment live, 
But fmile, and learn to copy Heaven, 

Since we rauft fin ere it forgive. 
Yet pitying Heaven not only does 

Forgive th'OfFender and th'GfFencei) 
JJut even it ielf appeas'd beftows, 

As the Reward of Penitence. 



The Broom of Cowdenknows. 

HOW blyth ilk Morn was I to fee 
The Swain come o'er the Hill! 
He skipt the Burn, and flew to me : 
I met him with good Will. 

the Broom, the fanny bonny Broom* 
The Broom of Cowdenknows j 

1 wijh I were with my dear Swam, 

With his Fife and my Ewu 

I neither wanted Ew nor Lamb, 

While his Flock near^me lay : 
Hegather'din my Sheep at Night* 

And chear'd me a' the Day. 
t) the Broom, &c. 

He tun'd his Pipe and "Reed fae fweer^ 

The Burds flood liftningby: 
E'en the dull Cattle ftood and gaz'd, 

Charm'd with his Melody, 
Q4he Broom, &c. 



H. 



Wkile 



< H ) 

While thus we fpent our Time by turn^ 
Betwixt our Flocks and Play : 

I envy'd not the fan-eft Dame, 
Tho' ne'er fae rich and gay. 

© the Broom, &c. 

Hard fate that I fhou'd baniflfd be. 

Gang heavily and mourn, 
Becaufellov'dthekindeftSwam 

That ever yet was born. 

O the Broom, &c. 

He did oblige me ev'ry Hout£ 

Cou'd I but faithfu' be ; 
He ftaw my Heart : cou'd I refufe 

What e'er he ask'd of me ■? 
Q the Broom, &c. 

My Doggie, and my little Kit 
That hald my wee Soup Wheyi 

My Plaidy, Broach, and crooked Stick, 
May now ly ufelefs by. 

-0 the Broom, Sec. 

Adieu ye Cowilenknows, adieu, 

Farewel a' Pleafures there ; 
Ye Gods reftore to me my Swain; 

Is a' I crave or care. 
O the Broom, the bonny bonny Broomi 

The Broom of Cowdenknows : 
£m(h I were with my dear Swain, 

With his Pipe and my Ews. 



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( H ) 

To C H L O E* 

To the Tune of, I wijh my Love were in a Mfrel 

O Lovely Maid ! how dear's thy Pow'r? 
At once I love, at once adore ■.• * 

"With Wonder are my Thoughts pofleft, 
While fofteft Love infpiresmy Br-eaft, 
This tender Look, thefe Eyes of mine, 
Conf efs their am'rous Mafter thine ; 
Thefe Eyes with Strepkon's Paffion play, 
Firft make me love, and then betray. 

. Yes, charming Vidor, I am thine,' 

Poor as it is, this Heart of mine 

Was never in another's Pow'r, 

Was never pierc'd by Love before! 

In thee I've treafur'd up my Joy, 

Thou can'ft give Blifs, or Blifs deftroy : 

And thus I've bound my felf to love, pyi 

JVhile Blifs or Mifery can move. 

O fhould I ne'er peflefs thy Charms; 
Ne'er meet my Comfort in thy Arms ; 
Were Hopes of dear Enjoyment gone. 
Still would I love, love thee alone. 
But like fome difcontented Shade 
That wanders where its Body's laid, 
Mournful Td roam with hollow Glare, 
For ever exil'd from my Fair. E£ 

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Vpon hearing his Picture was in C H LO E's 
Breaft. [ 

To the Tune of, The fourteenth of 'October, 

YE Gods* was$/re/>WsPiftureblefl: 
With the fair Heaven of Chloe's Breaft ? 
Move fofter, thou fond flutt'ring Heart, 

Oh gently throb, too fierce thou art. 

Tell me, thou brighteft of thy Kind, 
"FovStrephon was the Blifs defign'd ? 
For Strephon's Sake, dear charming Maid, 
Didft thou prefer his wand'ring Shade ? 

And thou bleft Shade, that fweetly art 
Lodg'd fo near my Chloe's Heart, 
For me the tender Hour improve, 
And foftly tell how dear I love. 
Ungrateful thing ! it fcorns to hear 
Its wretched Matter's ardent Prayer, 
Ingroifing all that beauteous Heaven, 
ThatCto, lavifh Maid 3 has given, 

I cannot blame thee: Were I Lord 
Or all the Wealth thofe Breafts afford, 
I'd be aMifertoo, nor give 
An Alms to keep a God alive,' 
Oh fmile not thus, my lovely Fair, 
On thefe cold Looks that lifelefs Air, 
Prize him whofe Bofom glows, with Fire,' 
With eager Love and foftDefire. 

'Tis true thy Charms, O powerful Maid* 
To Life can bring the filenr Shade s 

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t 16 ) 
Thou can'ft furpafs the Painter's Art, 
And real Warmth and Flames imparl. 
But oh! it ne'er can love like me, 
I've ever lov'd and lov'd but thee i 
Then, Charmer, grant my fond Requeft, 
Say thou canfi: love, and make me bleit. 



Song for a Serenade, 

To the Tune of, The Broom of Cowdenknows. 

TEACH me, Chloe, how to prove 
iMy boafted Flame fin cere: 
fTis hard to tell how dear I love. 
And hard to hide my Care. 

Sleep in vain difplays her Charms, 

To bribe my Soul to reft, 
Vainly fpreads her filken Arms, 

And courts me to her Bread, 

Where can Strephon find Repofe, 

If Chloe is not there ? 
For ah J no Peace his Boforn knows, 

When abfent from the Fair. 

What tho 5 Vhvelm from on high 

Withholds his cbearful Ray, 
Thine Eyes can well his Light fupply. 

And give me -more than Day. 



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C *7) 



LOF E is the Caufe of my Mourning* 

BY a murmuring Stream a fair Shepherdefslay, 
Be Co kind O ye Nymphs, 1 oftimes heard her fay 
Tell Strephon I die, if be partes this Way, 
And that Love is the Caufe of my Mourning. 
Falfe Shepherds that tell me of Beauty and Charms, 
You deceive me, for Strepkon's cold Heart never warm*? 
Yet bring me this Strephon, let me die in his Arms,. 
Oh Strephon ! the Cauje of my Mourning. 

But firft, faid me, let me go 

Down to the Shades below. 

E'er ye let Strephon know, 

That I have lov'd him fo : 
Then on my pale Cheek no Blufiies will mow 
That Love was the Caufe of my Mourning, 

Her Eyes were fcarce clofed when Strephon came by. 
He thought fhe'd been fleeping, and foftly drew nigh ? 
Bat finding her breathlefs, Oh Heavens i did he cry, 
Ah Chloris! theCaufee-fmy Mouning. 
Rertore me my Chloris, ye Nymphs ufe your Art : 
They fighing, reply'd, "Twas your felf fhot the Dart 
That wounded the tender young Shepherdefs' Heart, 
And kiWd the poor Chloris with Mourning. 

Ah then is Chloris d;ad, 

Wounded by me I he faid ; 

I'll follow thee, chart Maid, 
' Down to the filent Shade; 
Then on her cold f novvy Breart: leaning his head, 
Expir'd the poor Strephon with Mourning. 

X. 

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( it ) 

To Mr is. A. H. on feeing her at a Con fort. 
To the Tune of, The bonmefl lafs in a' the Warld, 

LOOK where my dear Hamilla fmiles, 
Hamilkl heavenly Charmer* 
See how with all their Arts and Wiles 

The Loves and Graces arm her. 
A Blufh dwells glowing on her Cheeky 

Fair Seats of youthful Pleafures, 
There Love in fmiling Language /peaks. 
There fpreads his rofy Treafures. 

O faireM Maid, I own thy Pow'r, 

I gaze, Ifigh, andlanguifh, 
Yet ever, ever will adore, 

And triumph in my Anguifh. ?-' " 
But eafe, O Charmer, eafe my Care, 

And let my Torments move theej 
As thou art faired of the Fair, 

Solthedeareftlovethee. 2. C, 



fhe Bonny SCOT, <u V 
To the Tune of, The Bout-man, 

YE Gales that gently wave the Sea, 
And pleafe the canny Boat-man, 
Bear me frae hence, or bring to me 
My brave, my bonny Scvt-Maa. z 

In 



( 19 ) 

In haly Bands 

We join'd our Hands, 
Yet may not this diicover, 

While Parents rate 

A large Eftate, 
Before a faithfu' Lover. 

But I loor chufe in Highland Glens 
To herd the Kid and Goat-man., 
E'er I cou'd for fie little Ends 
Refufe my bonny Scot-Min. 
Wae worth the Man 
Whafirfl: began 
Tfrr-bafe ungenerous Fafhion* 
Frae greedy Views, 
Love's Art to ufe, 
While Strangers to its Pafllorh 

Frae foreign Fields, mf lovely Yoetfo 3 

Hafte to thy longing Latfie, 
( Wha pants to prefs thy bawmy Mouth, 
And in her Bofom haws thee. 

Love gi'es the Word, 

Then hafte on Board, 
Pair Winds and tenty Boat-man* 

Waft o'er, waft o'er, 

Frae yonder Shore, 
My Myth, my bonny Scot-mw* 



B £ Scornfu\ 



( J* ; 

Sc&rnfu* NJNST. 

To its won Tarn. 

NA NS Y to the green Woodgzne, 
To hear the Gowdftmk chat'riug, 
And Willie he has followed her, 

To gain her Love by flatt'ring: 
Bm a' that he cou'd fay or do, 

She geck'd and (corned at him, 
And ay when he began to woo, 
She bad him mind wha s gat him. 

What ails ye at my Dad, quoth he, 

My Minny or my Aunty ? 
With Crowdy Moudy they fed me, 

Lang -Kail and Ranty Tanty : 
With Bannocks of good Barly-Meal, 

Of thae there was right Plenty, 
.W/th chapped Stocks fou butter'd welt^ 

And was not that right dainty ? 

Alt ho* my Father was nae Laird, 

J Tis Daffin to be vaunty, 
He keepit ay a good Kail yard, 

A Ha' Houfe and a Pantrie .♦ 
A good blew bonnet on his Hea<f r 

AnOwrlay 'bout his Cragy, 
And ay until the Day he died, 

He rade on good Shanks Nagy. 

Kow Wae and Wander on your Snotify 

Wad ye hae bonny Nanfy ? 
Wad ye compare ye're fell to me# 

ADockeatillaTanfie? 



C |» > 

I have a Wooer of my ain, 
They ca' him fouple Sandy, 

And well I wat his bonny Mou* 
Is fweet like Sugar-Candy. 

Wow Nanfy, what needs a' this Din ? 

Do I not ken this Sandy ? 
I'm fure the Chfef of a' his Kin 

Was Rolf the Beggar Randy ? 
His Minny Meg upo' her Back 

Bare baith him and his Billy j 
Will ye compare a nafty Pack 

To me your winfome Willy ? 

My Guteher left a good braid Sword* 

Tho' it be auld and rufty, 
Yet ye may tak it on my Word,- 

It is baith (lout and trufty y 
And if I can but get it drawn,. 

Which will be right uneafy, 
I fliall lay baith my Lugs in Pawn*' 

That he mail get a Heezy. 

Then Nanfy tuvn 3 d her roundabout, 

Andfaid, did Sandy hear ye, 
Te wadna mifs to get a Clout; 

I ken he difna f ear ye : I 
Sae had ye'r Tongue and fay nae mair, 

Set fomewhere elfe your Fancy ; 
For as lang's Sa?idy's to the fore, 

Ye never fliall get Nanjy, 



B 4 Slighted 



(30 
Slighted Nanfy. 

To the Tune of, The Kirk wad let me he, 

3>Tp I S I have feven braw new Gowns, 

-L And ither feven better to rnak* 

And yet for a' my new Gowns, 

My Wooer has turn'd his Back. 
Befldesl have feven Milk-Ky, 

And Sandy he has but three; 
And yet for a' my good Ky 9 

The Ladie winna ha'e me. 

My Dady's a Delver of Dikes, 

My Mither can card and fpin, 
And I am a fine fodgel Lafs, 

And the Siller comes linking in ; 
The Siller comes linking in, 

And it is fou fair to fee, 
And fifty Times wow! O wow ! 

What ails the Lads at me? 

When ever our Eafj does bark. 

Then faft to the Door I rin, 
To fee gin ony young Spark 

Will light and venture but in s 
But never a ane will come in, 

Tho'mony a anegaes by, 
Syne far ben the Houfe I rin; 

And a weary Wight am I. 

When I was at my firft Pray'rs, 

I pray'd but anes i' the Year, 
I wifh'd for ahandiome young Lad, 

And a Lad with muckle Gear-* 



Whea 



When I was at my neifl: Pray'rs, 
I pray'd but now and than, 

2 fafn'd na my Head about Gear, 
If I get a handfome young Man« 

Now when I'm at my laft Pray'rs, 

I pray on baith Night and Day, 
AndO! If a Beggar wad come, 

With that lame Beggar I'd gae. 
AndO! and what'll come o'me> 

And O, what'llldo? 
That fick a braw Laffie as I 

Shou'd die tor a Wooer I trow* 



Lucky Nanfy. 

To the Tune of, Dainty Davie. 

WHILE Fops in f oft Italian Verf e, 
Ilk fair ane J s Een and Breaft reherfe» 
While Sangs abound and Scene is fcarce, 

Thefe Lines I have indited : 
But neither Darts nor Arrows here, 
Venus nor Cupid (hull appear, 
And yet with thefe fine Sounds I fwear 9 . 
The Maidens are delighted. 
I was ay telling you, 
Lucky Nanfy, lucky Nanfy, 
Auld Springs wad ding the new. 
But ye wad never trow me. 

Nor Snaw with Crimfon will I mix, 
To { pread upon my Laflie's Cheeks, 
Andfyne the unmeaning Name pcrfiftj 
Miranda, Chloe, or Phil lis. 

B 5 1*1! 



( ?4> 

I'll fetcTi nae Smile frae %oyt» 
My Height of Extafy to prove, 
3Sf or fighing, — thus — prefent my Love 
With Rofeseekand Lillies. 
1 was ay telling you, &c. 

But {lay, — I had amaift forgot 
My Miftrefs, and my Sangtobootv 
And that's an unco' Faut I wate : 

Bur, Nanfy, 'tis nae Matter. 
Ye fee I clink my Verfe wi s Rhime, 
And ken ye, that atones the Crimea 
Forby, how fvveet my Numbers chime,. 

And Hide away like Water. 
1 "was ay telling y oh, Sec. 

Now ken, my reverend fonfy Fair, 
Thy runkled Cheeks and lyart Hair,. 
Thy hafffhw Een and hodling Air,. 

Are a' my P^ffion's FeweV 
Nae skyring- Gowk, my Dear, can fee, 
Or Love, or Grace a . or Heaves in theef, 
Yet thou has Charms anew for me, 
Then fmile, and be na cruel. 

Leeze me on thy Snawy Pow, 

Lucky Nanfy > lucky Nanfy, 

Dry eft Wood will eh heft low, 

And Nanfy fae will ye now. 

Troth I hive fung the Sang to you., 
Which ne'er anither Bard wad do ; 
Hear then my charitable Vow, 

D:ar veneiable Nanfy. 
But ir the Warld my PaiTion wrang, 
And fay, ye only live in Sang, 
Ken I defp fe a flandring Tongue, 

And fing to ple.ife my Fancy, 

Leezemeonthy, &c. IJ> 



( 11) 

A S C TS C a n t a t a: 

The Tune after an Italian Manned. 
Compos'd by Signior Lorenzo Bocchj, 

Recitative. 

BL AT E Jonny faintly teld fair Jean his Miae!, 
Jeany took Pleafure to deny him langj 
He thought her Scorn came frae a Heart unkind 3 
Which gart him in defpair tune up his Sang, 

A I R. 

bonay Laflie, fince'tisfae, 
That I'm defpis'd by thee, 

1 hate to live} butOI'mwae, 

And unko fweer to die. 
Dcurjeany, think what dowy Hours 

I thole by your Difdain, 
Ah ! mould a Breaft fae faft as yours, 

Contain a Heart of Stane? 

Recitative. 

Thefe tender Notes did a' her Pity move, 
With melting Heart fhe iiitned to the Boy ; 

Oercome fhe fmil'd, and promis'd him her Love i 
He in return thus fang his rffing Joy. 

Air. 

Hence frae my Bread:, contentious Care^, 

Ye've tint the Powerro pine, 
My Jeany's good, my Jeany's fair. 

And a' her Sweets are mioe. 



(50 

O {pread thine Arms/ and gi'e meFowth 

Of dear enchanting Blifs, 
A thoufand Joy,s around thy Mouthy 

G.'e Heaven wiihilka'Kifs. 



The TOAST. 

To the Tune of, Saw ye my PEGGY, 

COME let's ha'e mair Wine in* 
Bacchus hates repining, 
Venus loos nae Dwining, 
Let's be blyth and free. 
'Away with dull, Heret'ye, Sir, 
Ye're Miftrefs, Roiie, gi'esher, 
We'll drink her Health wi J Pleafure> 
Wha's belov'd by thee, 

1 Then let Peggy warm ye, 
That's a Lais can charm ye> 
And to Joys alarm ye, 

Sweet is (he to me. 
Some Angel ye wad ca' her, 
And never wifb an brawer, ** 

If ye bare- headed faw her, *> 

Kilted to the Knee. 

PEGGY a dainty Lafs is. 
Come let's join ourGlafles, 
And refrefh ourHaufes, 

With a Health to thee. 
Let Goofs their Cam be clinking, 
Be Statefmen tint in thinking, 
Wh le we with Love and Drinking, 

Give our Cares the Lie. 

Ma"it*s 



( 57) 
Magie's Tocher > 

To its am Tune, 

TH E Meal was dear fhort fyne; 
We buckl'd us a' the gither j 
And Magie was in her Prime, 
When Willie made Courtfhip till her ;: 
Twa Piftals charg'd beguefs, 
To gie the courting Shot -, 
And fyne came ben the Lais, 
Wi' Swats drawn frae the Butt. 
He firft fpeer'd at the Guidman, 
And fyne at Giles the Mither, 
And ye wad gi's a Bit Land, 
Wee'd buckle us e*en the gither, 

My Daughter ye (hall hae, 
I'll gi' you her by the Hand j 
But I'll part wi*my Wife by me Fae, 
Or I part wi' my Land. 
Your Tocher it fall be good, 
There's nane fall hae its Maik, 
The Lafs bound in her Snood, 
And Cmmmk who kens her Stake s 
With an au'd Bedden o 5 Claiths, 
Was lett me by my Mither. 
They're jet black o'er wi' Flaes, 
Ye may cudle in them the gither. 

Ye fpeak right well, Guidman, 
But ye maun mend your Hand, 
And think o' Modefty, 
Gin ye'll not quat your Land : 
We are but young, ye ken, 
And now we're gawn thegither. 



(}8> 

AHoufe is butt and ben n, 
And Crumm'it will want her Fothei% 
The Bairns are coming on, 
And they'll cry, O their Mi'ther-L 
We have nouther Pot nor Pan, 
But four bare Legs the gither. 

Your Tocher's be good enough, 
For that ye need na fear, 
Twa good Stilts to the Pleugh, 
And ye your fell maun fteer : 
Ye mail hae twa good Pocks 
That an es were o' the Tweel, . 
The t'ane to had the Grots, 
The itherto had the Meal s 
"With ane auld Kift made of Wans, 
And that fall be your Coffer, 
Wi' aiken Woody-Bands, 
And that may had your Tocher. 

Conflderweil, Guidman 3 
We hae but borrow'd Gear, 
The Horfe that I ride on 
Is Sandy Wtlfon's Mare .* 
The Sadie's nane of my airi, 
An thae's but borrow'd Boots-, , 
And whan that I gae hame, 
1 maun tak to my Coots : 
The Cloak is Geordy Watt's, . 
That gars me look fae Croufe 5. - 
Come fill as a Cogue of Swats, 
We'll make naemair toom Ruie 

Hike you well, young Lad, 
Forrelling me lae plain, 
I married when little I had 
O' Gear that was my ain. 



B-st 



( \9 y 

But fin that Things are fae, 
The Bride fhemaun come turth, 
Tho' a* the Gear (he'll ha'e, 
It'll be but little worth. 
A Bargain it maun be, 
Fy cry on Giles the Mither u 
Content am I, quo' fhe 9 
E'en gar the HuTIe come hither; 
The Bride (lie gade till her Bed, 
The Bridegroom he came till her ; 
The Fidler crap in at the Fit, 
An they cudl'd it a' thegither. 



A SONG, 

To the Tun?e ofj Blink ever the Burn fweet Eettie^ 

LEAVE Kindred and Friends, fweet Bett% 
Leave Kindred and Friends for me-, 
Ailur'd thy Servant is fteddy 

To Love, to Honour, and Thee* 
The Gifts of Nature and Fortune, 

Mayfly, by Chance as they came j 
The'yre Grounds the Deftines fporton, 
Bat Virtue is ever thefameo 

Ahho' my Fancy were rovi»g, 

Thy Charms fo heavenly appear, 
That other Beauties difproving, 

I'd worfhip thine only, my Dear, 
And fhou'd Life's Sorrows embitter 

ThePleafurewe promised our Loves', 
To fhare them together is fitter, 

Than moan aflunder,. like Doves.. 



Oh[ 



Oh! wefeX but once fobleffed, 

To grafp my Love in ray Arms t 
By thee to be grafp'd ! and kifled ! 

And live on thy Heaven of Charms ! 
I'd laugh at Fortune's Caprices, 

Shou'd Fortune capricious proves 
Tho' Death fhou'd tear me to Pieces* 

I'd die a Martyr to Love. j$ 



A SONG. 

To the Tune of, The bonny Gray>e/d Morning 

CELESTIAL Mufes, tune your Lyres, 
Grace all my Raptures with your Lays., 
Charming, enchanting Kate infpires, 
In lofty Sounds her Beauties praife s 
How undefigning me difplays 
Such Scenes as ravifh with Delight 3 
Tho' brighter than Meridian Rays, 
They dazle not, but pleaf e the Sight 

Blind God give this, this only Dart, 
I neither will nor can her harm, 
I would but gently touch her Heart, 
And try for once if that cou'd charm. 
Go, Venus, ufe your fav'rite Wile, 
As Hie is beauteous, make her kind, 
Let all your Graces round her fmile, 
And footh her till I comfort find. 



Whea 



(41 ) 

When thus, by-yielding, I'm o'erp&id* 
And all my anxious Cares remov'd, 
In moving Notes, I'll tell the Maid, 
With what pure lading Flames I lov'd. 
Then (hall alternate Life and Death, 
My ravifh'd fluttering Soul poKTefs, 
The fofteft tend'reft Things I'll breath* 
Betwixt each am'rous fond Carets. 



S O N G. 

To the Tune of, Iht Broom of Cowdenknows. 

SU B J E C T E D to the Pow*r of Love* 
By Nell's refiftlefs Charms, 
The Fancy fix'd no more can rove* 
Or fly Love's f oft Alarms, 

©ay Damon had the Skill to fliura 

All Traps by Cttptd laid, 
U mil his Freedom was undone 

By Nell the conquering Maid. 

But who can ftand the Force of Love 

When fhe refolves to kill? 
Her fparkling Eyes Love's Arrows prove*. 

And wound us with our Will. 



O happy Damon> happy Fair, 

What Cupid has begun, 
May faithful Hymen take a Care 

To fee it fairly done, G 

son g; 



(41) 
SONG. 

Tune of, Logan Water* 

Vitas binnuleo me firnilis, Chhe. 

TELL me, Hamilla, tell me why 
Thou doft f i'om him that loves tliee run * 
Why from his (oft Embraces fly, 
And all his kind Endearments fhun ? 

So Exes the Fawn, with Fear opprcfs'd,, 
Seeking its Mother ev'ry where, 
It darts at ev'ry empty Blaft,. 
And trembles when no Danger's near,, 

And yet I keep thee but in View, 
To gaze the Glories of thy Face, 
^ot with a hateful Step piirfue, 
As Age, to rifle every Graced 

Ceafe then, dear Wildnefs, ceafeto toy, 
But hafte all Rivals to outfhine, 
And grown mature, and ripe for Joy, 
Leave Mama's Arms and come to mint. 



A South- Sea Sang. 

Tune of, Tor our lang hiding here. 

WH E N we came to London Town, 
We dream'd of Gowd in Gowpings here, 
And rantinly ran up and down, 
In rifing Stocks to buy a Skair : 

We 



(4J) 

We daftly thought to row in Rowtft, 
But for our dafKne paid right dear ; 
The lave will fare the war in Troutft> 
For our lang biding here. 

But when we fand ourPurfes toom, 
And dainty Stocks began to fa*, 
We hang our Lugs, and wi' a Gloom, 
Girn'd at Stockjobbing ane and a\ 
If ye gang near the South-Sect Houfe, 
The Whillywha's will grip ye'r Gear, 
Syne a' the lave will fare the war, 
For our lang biding here. 



Hap me with thy Petticoat, 



OBELI, thy Looks have killM my Heart, 
I pafs the Day in Pain, 
When Night returns I feel the Smart, 

Andwifh for thee in-vain. 
I'm- ftarving cold, while thou art warm* 

Have Pity and incline, 
And grant me for a Hap that charm- 
ing Petticoat of thine-. 

My ravifh'd Fancy in amaze* 

Still wanders o'er thy Charms, 
Delufive Dreams ten thoufand Ways, 

Prefent thee to my Arms : 
But waking think what I endure, 

While cruel you decline 
Thofe Pleasures, which can only care 

This panting Breaft of mine. 



I'faintc 



(44) 

I faint, I fail, and wildly rove, 

Becaufe you ftill deny 
The juft Reward that's due to Love, 

And let true PalTion die. 
Oh ! turn, and let Companion feize 

That lovely Bread of thine j 
Thy Petticoat could give me Eafe* 

If thou and it were mine. 

Sure Heaven has fitted for Delight 

That beauteous Form of thine, 
And thou'rt too good its Law to flight, 

By hindring the Defign. 
May all the Powers of Love agree. 

At length to make thee mine, 
Or loofe my Chains, and let me free 

Prom ev'ry Charm of thine. 



Love inviting Reafin* 



'A SONG to the Tune of, Chami ma chattk r ns. 

duce skar mi. 



WHEN innocent Paftime our Pleafure did crown^ 
Upon a green Meadow, or under a Tree, 
E'er Annie became a fine Lady in Town, 

How lovely and loving and bony was fhe ? 
Itouze up thy Reafon, my beamifu'^w/V, 

Let ne'er a new Whim ding thy Fancy a-jee $— ^ 
O ! as thou art bony be faithfu* and cany, 
Aad favour thy Jamie wha doats upon thee. 

Does 



(45 ) 

Does the Death of a Lintwhite give Annie the Spleen \ 

Can tyning of Trifles be uneafy to thee 5 
Can Lap-dogs and MonkeysdrawTears frae thefe Een 5 

That look with Indifference on poor dying me 2 
Rouze up thy Reafon, my beaut'iiu* Annie, 

And dinna prefer a Paroquet to me ; } 

Oi as thou art bony, be prudent and cany, 

And think on thy Jamie wha doats upon thee. 

Ah ! ftiou'd a new Manto, or Flanders Lace-Headj, 

Or yet a wee Cottie, tho' never fae fine, 
Gar thee grow forgetfu', and let his Heart bleed, 

That anes had fome Hope of purchafing thinej 
Rouze up thy Reafon, my beautifu' Annie, 

And dinna prefer ye' Fleegeries to me; 
O! aschouavt bony, be folid and cany, 

And tent a true Lover that doats upon thee." 

Shall a Paris Edition of new fangle Sany, 

Tho' gilt o'er wi' Laces and Fringes he be, 
By adoring himfelf, be admir'd by fair Annie, 

And aim at thefe Benifons promis'd to me £ 
Rouze up thy Reafon, my beautifu' Annie, 

And never prefer a light Dancer to me ; 
O! as thou art bony, beconftant and cany, 

Love only thy Jamie wha doats upon thee. 

O! think, my dear Charmer, on ilka fweet Hour,, 

That flade away faf tly between thee and me, 
E'er Squirrels, or Beaus, or Foppery had Pow'r, 

To rival my Love and impofe upon thee. 
Rouze up thy Reafon, my beautifu' Annie, 

And let thy Defires be a' centered in me ; 
O! as thou art bony, be faithfu'and cany, 

And love him wha's langing to center in thee." 

The 



;• 77^ Z?0£ 0/ Dumblane. 

LASSIE, lend me yjaur braw Hemp Heckle^ 
And I'lUeijdjou my thripling Kame } 
For Fainnefs, Deary,*" IJ11 gar your keckle, 

If ye 3 !) go dance'the Bob ofDumblane. 
Hafte ye,' gang to the'G round of ye're Trunkies, 

Busfc'ye braw and dinna think Shame j 
ConfiderinTime, if leading of Monkies 
Be better than dancing the Sob cf DumbUne. 

Be frank, my Laflie, left I grow fickle, 

And take my Word and Offer again, 
Syne ye may chance to repent it miekle, 

Ye did nae accept of the Bob of Dumblane. 
The Dinner, the Piper and Prieft mail be ready, 

And ^m grown dowie with lying my lane, 
Away then leave baith Minny and Dady, >* 

And try with me the Bob o/Dumbtam. ^ 



SONG, complaining of Ab fence 

To the Tune of, My Apron Deary, 

4 

AHCh^oe! thouTreafure, thou Joy of my Breaft, 
Since -I parted from thee, I'm a Stranger to Reft, 
I fly to the Grove, there to langui (hand mourn, 
There figh for my Charmer, and long to return. 
The Fields all around me are fmiling and gay, 

But they fmile all in vain my Chloe's away : 

The Field and the Grove can afford me no eafe,— — 
But-bring me my Chloe, a Defart will pleafe. 

no 



(47) 

No Virgin I fee that my Bofom alarm?,' 
I'm cold to the faireft, tho' glowing with Charms i 
In vain they attack me, aadfparkletheEye} 
Thefe are not the Looks of my Chloe t I cry. 
Thefe Looks where bright Love like the Sun fits en- 

thron'd, 
And fmiling diffufes his Influence round, 
'Tvvas thus I firft view'd thee, my Charmer, amaz*d } 
Thus gaz'd thee with Wonder, and lov'd while I gaz'd : 

Then, then the dear Fair one was ftill in my Sight, 
It was Pleafure all Day, it was Rapture all Night s 
But now by hard Fortune remov'd from my Fair, 
In Secret I languifh, a Prey to Defpair. 
But Abfence and Torment al>ate not my Flame, 
My Chloes ftill charming, my Paflion the fame $ 
O ! would fhe pref erve me a Place in her Breaft, 
Then Abfence wcoild pleafe me, for I would be blefr. 

R. 



A SONG, 

To the Tune of, I fixed my Fancy onhtK 

BRIGHT Cynthia's Power divinely great, 
W hat Heart is not obeying* 
A thoufand Cupids on her wait, 
And in her Eyes are playing. 
She feems the Queen of Love to reign, -i 

For fhe alone difpenfes 
Such Sweets as beft can entertain 
The Gull of all the Senfes. 



(4§) 

Her Face a charming ProfpecT: brings, 

Her Breath gives balmy Blifles; 
I hear an Angel when fhe fings, 

And tafte of Heaven in Kiiles. 
Four Senf es thus fhe feafts with Joy, 

From Nature's richeft Treafure ; 
Let me the other Senfe employ, 

And I mall die with Pleafure, 



SONG. 

To the Tunc of, I Ico'd a bonny Lady, 

TELL me, tell me, charming Creature 8 
Will you never eafe my Pain l 
Mud I die for every Feature ? 

Muft I always love in vain > 
The Defire of Admiration 

Is the Pleafure you purfue % 
Pray thee try a lafting Paflion, 
Such a Love as mine for you. 

Tears and fighing could not move you 5 

For a Lover ought to dare : 
When I plainly told I lov'd you, 

Then you faid I went too far. 
Are fuch giddy Ways befeeming \ 

Will my Dear be fickle ftill? 
Conqueft is the ]oy of Women, 

Let their Slaves be what they will. 

Your 



( %9 ) 

Your Neglect with Torment fills me. 

And my defperate Thoughts increafe 5 
Jrayconfider, ifyoukillme, 

You will have a Lover lefs. 
If your wand'ring Heart is beating 

For new Lovers, let it be; 
But when you have done coquetting, 

Name a Day, and fix on me. 



the REPLY. 

*r N vain, fond Youth, thy Tears give o*er, 
-JL What more, alas! can Fiavia do* 
Thy Truth I own, thy Fate deplore : 
All are not happy that are true. 

Supprefs thofe Sighs, and weep no more ; 

Should Heaven and Earth with thee combi«e.i 
'Twereallinvain, fince any Power, 

To crown thy Love, mull alter mine, 

But if Revenge can eafe thy Pain, 

1'llfooth the Ills I cannot cure, 
Tell that I drag a hoplefs Chain, 

And all that I inflict endure, X. 



The Rqfe in Yarrow. 

To the Tune of, Mary Scot. 

* *"Tp WAS Summer and the Day was fair, 

I RefolvM a while to fly from Care, 
Beguiling Thought, forgetting Sorrow, 
1 wander'd o'er the Biaes of Yarrow 5 

C Till 



Till then defpifing Beauty's Power, 
1 kept my Heart, myownfecure^ 
But Cupid's Art did there deceive me, 
And Marys Charms do now enflaveme. 

Will cruel Love no Bribe receive ? 

No Ranfom take for Mary's Slave ? 

Her Frowns of Reft and Hope deprive me s 

Her lovely Smiles like Light revive me. 

No Bondage may with mine compare, 

Since firft I faw this charming Fair; 

This beauteous Flower, this Rofe of Vdrraw s 

In Nature's Gardens has no Marrow. 

Mad I of Heaven but one Requefl-, 
I'd ask to lye in Mary's Bread j 
There would I live or die with Pleafure, 
Nor fpare this World one Moment's Leifure^, 
Def piling Kings and all that'sgreat, 
1'dfmileat Courts and Courtiers Fate j 
My Joy compleat on fuch a Marrow, 
I'd dwell with her andlive onYarrew, 

But tho'fuch Blifs I ne'er fhould gain, 
Contented (till I'll wear my Chain, 
In hopes my faithful Heart may move her j 
For leaving Life I'll always love her. 
What? Doubts diftracT: a Lover's Mind ? 
That Bread, all Sottnels muft prove kind 5 
And (he (hall yet become my Marrow, 
The lovely beauteous Rofe of Tarrsw. 



Tke 



( 5! ) 

Ithe Fair Penitent 'i 
A S O NG — To its cwn Tuffe^ 

A Lovely Lafs to a Fryer came 
To confefs in a Morning early, 
In what, my Dear, are you to blame 3 

Come own it alljmcerely. 
I've done, Sir, what I dare not name. 
With a Lad who loves me dearly. 

The greateft "Fault in my felf I know* 

Is what I now difcover. 
Then y oh toKomefor that mud go, 

There Difcipline tofuffer. 
X,ake~a-day, Sir I ifitmuftbefo. 

Pray with me fend my Lover. 
No, no, my Dear, you do but dream, 

We'U have no double treating 5 
"Butifwith me you'll repeat the fame, 

Tit tar don your pafi failing. 
I mutt own, Sir, tho' I blufh for fhairie,' 

That your Penance is prevailing. 



The laft Time I came o'er the Moor, 

THE lafl Timet came o'er the Moor, 
1 left my Love behind me -, 
Ye Powers! what Pain do 1 endure, 
When foft Ideas mind me ? 

C 2. Sooa 



Soon as the ruddy Morn difplay'd 
The beaming Day enfuing, 

I met betimes my lovely Maid, jj; 

In fit retreats for Wooing. 

Beneath the cooling Shade we lay, 1 

Gazing and chaftly fporting } 
Wekifs'd and promifs'd Time away, 

Till Night fpread her black Curtain. 
1 pity'd all beneath the Skies, 

Ev'n Kings when fhe was nigh me 5 
In Raptures I beheld her Eyes, 

Which could but ill deny me, 

Shou'd I be call'd where Cannons roar, 

Where mortal Steel may wound me 3 
Or cafl: upon fome foreign Shore, 

Where Dangers may furround me : 
YetHopesngain to fee my Love, 

To feaft on glowing KifTes, 
Shall make my Cares at Diftance move^ 

In Profpeft of fuch BlifTes. 

In all my Soul there's not one Place, 

To let a Rival enter: 
Since fhe excels in every Grace, 

In her my Love (hall center. 
Sooner the Seas fhall ceafe to flow, 

Their Waves the Alps fhall cover j 
On Greenlandlco. fhall Rofes grow, 

Before I ceafe to love her. 

The next Time I go o'er the Moor, 

She fhall a Lover find me ,• 
And that my Faith is firm and pure, 

Tho* I left her behind mej 



Then 



c n ) 

Then Hymen's facred Bonds (hall chair* 
My*Heart to her fair Bofom, 

There, while my Being does remain, 
My Love more frefh fhaU bloffbnv 



the Lafs 0/Featy'j MM. 

THE Lafs of Peatfs Mill, 
So bonny, blytb, and gay, 
In fpight of all my Skill, 

Hath ftole my Heart away. 
When tedding of the Hay 

Bare-headed on the Green, 

Love 'midft her Locks did play, 

And wanton'd in her Een. 

Her Arms, white, round and fmootfc, 

Breaftsrifingin their Dawn, 
To Age it would give Youth, 

To prefs 'em with his Hand. . 
Thro' all my Spirits ran 

AnExftacy of Blifs, 
Whenlfuchfweetnefsfand 

Wrapt in a balmy Kifs.j 

Without the help of Art, ' 

Like Flowers which grace the Wil^ , 
She did her Sweets impart, 

When e'er fhe f poke or fmil'd. 
Her Looks they were fo milc^ 

Free from affected Pride, 
She me t© Love beguil'd, 

I wifti'd her for my Bride, 

C | Chad 



(H) 

©bad I all chat Wealth 

Moptouns high Mountains fill, 
Infuv'd long Life and Health, 

And Pleafures at my Will 5 
IMpromife and fulfil, 

That none but bony fhe, 
■Tb'c LaTs 6WeAty r s Mill, " 

Shou'd Chare the fame wi' me. 



GREEN 8LEEFES. 

E watchful Guardians of the Fair, 
Who skifFon Wings of ambient Air» 
Or my dear Delia take a Care, 

And reprefent her Lover, 
With all the Gaiety of Youth, 
With Honour, Juftice, Love and Truth*. 
Till I return, her Paflions footb, 
forme, in Whifpers move her, 

Be careful no baf e fordid Slave , 
With Soul funk in a golden Grave," 
Who knows no Virtue but to fave. 

With glaring Gold bewitch her. 
Tell her, for me fhe was defign'd, 
For me, who know how to be kind, 
$nd have mair Plenty in my Mind, 

Than one who's ten Times richer* 



Let all the World turn upfide down, 
And Fools run an eternal Round, 
JnQueft of what can ne'er be found, 
To pleafe their vain Ambition. 



m 



(fp) 

fjff n Down the BurnD A v i w, .n 

volu iprr^o $raMffcnr? foauMxr/ 

WHEN Trees did bud, and Fields were greea^ 
And Broom bioom'd fair to fee j 
When Mary was eompleat Fifteen, 

And Loye laugh'd in her Eye j 
Blyth Davie's Blinks her Heart did move 

To fpeak her mind thus free, 
Gang down the Burn, Davie, JLove t 
And I Jh all folio iv thee. 

Now Davie did each Lad furpafs. 

That dwelt on this Burnfide, 
And Mary was the bonniefl Lafs, 

Juft meet to be a Bride 5 
Her Cheeks were rofie, red and whiter 

Her Een were bonny blue ; 
Her Looks were like Aurora bright, , 

Her Lips like dropping Dew. 

As down the Burn they took their Way, 

What tender Tales they faid I 
His Cheek to hers he aft did lay, 

And with her Bofom play'dj 
Till baith at length impatient grown, 

To be mair fully bleft, 
In yonder Vale they leaned them down; , 

Love only faw the reft. . 

L Wli-at p-tfs 5 d } I guefs, was harmlefs Play* 

And naithLng fure unmeet ; 
Fof, ganging hame, I heard them fay ? 

They lik'd a Wa'k fae fwset-i 



And 



(6o ) 

j&nd that they afteri fhou'd return . 

Sic Pleafure to renew, 
Quoth Mary, Love, I like the Burn, 

And ay fhall follow you. 



S O N G v 

To the Tune of, Gilder R$y 

AH! Cloris, cou'd I now but fit 
Asunconcern'd, as when 
Your Infant Beauty cou'd beget 

No Happinefs nor Pain. 
When I this Dawning did admire^, 

And prais'd the coming Day, 
1 little thought that rifing Fire, 
Wou'd take my Reft away. 

Your Charms in harmlefs Childhood lay^ 

AsMetalsinaMinei 
Age from no Face takes more away». 

Than Youth conceal'd in thine s 
But as your Charms infenfibly 

To their Perfection preft ; 
So Love as unperceiv'd did fly, 

And center'd in my Brcaft. 

My Paffion with your Beauty grew s V 

While Cupidzt my Heart, 
Still as his Mother favour'd you, 

Threw a new flamingDart v 
Each gloried in their wanton Part} 

To make a Lover, he 
Employ 'd the utmoft of his Art j — - - 

To make a Beauty, fbe. X< 

. ASC 4 

yjw^ tewM L< L %m$ of 



A SONC> 



L S O N Q. 

To the Tune of, The yelhiv-hair'd Laddie. '' 

YE Shepherds and Nymphs that adorn the gay Plain; 
Approach fromjourSports.an^ attend to.myStraia 
Amongft all your Number a Lover fo true, 
Was ne'er fo undone, with f uch Blifs in his View. 

Was ever a Nymph fohard-hearted as mine ? 
She knows me fincere, and fhe fees how I pine, 
She does not difdain me, nor frown in hep Wrath,. 
But calmly and mildly refigns me to Death. 

She calls me her Friend j but her Lover denies, 

She fmiles when I'm chearful, but hears not my. Sighs %-„ , 

A Bofom fo flinty, fo gentle an Air, 

Infpires me with Hope, and yet bidsmedefpair! 

I fall at her Feet, and implore her with Tears i 

Her Anfwer confounds, while her Manner endears*, 

When foftly me tells me to hope no Relief, 

My trembling Lips blefs her in fpite of my Grief. ^ 

By Night, while I {lumber, ftill haunted with Care/ 

I ftart up in Anguifh, and figh for the Fair : 

The Fair fleeps in Peace, may fhe ever do fo! 

And only when dreaming imagine my Wo. s& 

Then gaze at a diftance, nor farther afpire, 
Nor think fhe fhould love, whom fhe cannot admire a 
Hufh all thy complaining, and dying her Slave, 
Commend her to Heaven, and thy felf to the Grave. 

SO NG ( . 



e 



SONG. 

To*he tune of, Whenjbe came Unjke bobed* 

? ,OME, fill me a Bumpqr, my jolly brave Boys, 
Let's have no more Female Impert'nence and 
NoiTej 

Ear IVe try'd the Endearments and Pleafures of Love, 
And I find they're but NonfenfeandWhimfies, hyjove* 

WhenfirftofallB^/y and I were acquaint, 
I whin'd like a Fool, and (he figh'd like a Saint s : 
But I found her Religion, her Face and her Love, 
yttxtHypocrify, Paint, and . Self-Intereft, by Jove* , . 

Sweet Cecil came next with her languifhing Air, - . 
Her Out fide was orderly, modeft and fair j 
But her Soul wasfopbiftkate, fo was her Love, 
For I found &e was only a Strumpet, by Jove, , 

Utile double guilt Jenny's Gold charm'd me at laft i 
You know Marriage and Money together does beft. « 
Bur the Baggage forgetting her Vows and her Love, 
Gave her Gold to zfniv'ling dull Coxcomb, by Jov&, , 

Come fill me a Bumper then, jolly brave Boys 5 
Here's a Farewelto Female Impert'nence and Noife % 
I know few of the Sex that are worthy my Love 5 
And tqt Strumpets and Jilts, I abhor them, by Jove. 

l; 



Drill- 



D u mbarto n I s Drumsl 

Y*\IJMBARTON's Drums beat bonny-O, 
\:-3 - ; When they mind me of my fe%xJonny-Q; 

How happy am I, 

When my Soldier is by, 
"While he kiflesand blefTes his Annie-°®\ 
'Tis a Soldier alone can delight me--Q, 
For his*graceful Looks do invite me--0 

While guarded in his Arms, 

I'll fear no War's alarms, 
Neither Danger nor Death mall e'er fright mfi**0v 

My Love is a handfome Laddie-O, 
Genteel, but ne'er foppifh nor gaudy--0; , 

Tho' Commiffions are dear, 

Yet I'll buy him one this Y ear j 
For he fhall ferve no longer a Cadie—O. , 
A Soldier has Honour and Bravery— O, 
Unacquainted with Rogues and their Knav*jry-»0.s 

He minds no other Thing, 

But the Ladies or the King 2 
For every other Care is but Slavery-*©, I 

Then I'll be the Captain's Lady.^O, 
Farewel all my Friends and my Dady—O,' » 

I'll wait- no more at Home, 

But I'll follow with the Drum!, 
And when e'er that beats, I'll be ready- JQ", 1 i 
Dumbarton's Drums found bonny— O, 
They are fprightly like my dear Jonny-*Q : 

How happy fhal] I be, 

When on my Soldier's Knee, 
kni he kifles aad bletfes hi§ jfywk*»Q I C, 1 

'MuU 



AM Ung fine* ■ 

SHOULD auld Acquaintance be forgot r. 
1 Tho* they return with Scars } 
Thefe are the noble Hero's Lqt, 

Obtain'd in glorious V^ars .• 
"Welcome my Varo, as my Breaft* ~ " * 

Thy Arms about me twine, 
And make me once again as bleft, ,, : 
AsXwaslangfyne 

Methinks around us on each Bough, 

A thoufand Cupids play, 
While thro* the Groves I walk with you> .. 

Each Ob jed makes me gay : 
Since your Return, .the Sun and Moon „ 

With brighter Beams do mine, 
Streams murmur foft Notes while they m*,. ., 

As they did lang fy ne. ... 

Defpife the Court and Din of State V - 

Let thatto their Share fall, 
Who an efteem fuch Slavery great, .--., 

While bounded like a Ball : 
But funk in Love, upon my Arms 

Let your brave Head recline, 
^We'll pleafe ourlelve&with mutual Charms? , ... 

Aswedidlangfyne. .-.' 

O'er Moor and Dale, with your gay Friend, 

You may purfue the Chacc, 
And, after a blyth Bottle, end I 

All Cares in rm£ Embrace j 

• mi 



( «f$ 

And in a vacant rainy Day 

You fhall be wholly mine ; 
k We'll make the Hours run fmooth awayj 

And laugh atlangfyne, 

The Hero, pleas'd with the fweet Air^ 

And Signs of generous Love, 
t Which had been utter'd by the Fair, 

Bow'd to the Pow'rs above ,• 
Next Day, with Confentand glad Hafte» 

Th' approach'd the facred Shrine ; 
Where the good Prieft the Couple bleft. 

And put them out of Pine, 



The Lafs of Livingfton. 

fAI N'D with her flighting Jamie's Low, 
Sell dropt a l^ear — Bell dropt a Tear. 
The Gods defcended from above, 

Well pleas'd to hear Wellpleas'd to hear. 

They heard theJ > raifes,o£ the Youth 

From her own Tongue- — Ftom her own Tongue^ 
Who now converted was to Truth, 
And thus Ihe fung — And thus Ihe fung. 

BJeftDays when ouringen'ousSex, 

More frank and kind More frank and kind. 

Did not their lov'd Adorers vex $ 

But f poke their Mind, But fpoke their Mind* 

Repenting now, ihe promis'd fair, 

Wou'd he return — Wou'd he return, 
She ne'er again wou'd give him Care, 

Or caufe him mourn — Or caufe him mourn. 



Mf 



(66 ) 

Why lov'd I the deferving Swain, 

Yet ftill thought Shame— Yet ftill thought Shame, 1 
When he my yielding Heart did gain, 

To own my Flame To own my Flame? 

L Why took I Pleafure to torment, 

And feem too coy- — And feem too Coy 1 
.Which makes me now alas lament 

My flighted Joy — My flighted Joy. 

|Ye Fair, while Beauty's in itsSpring, 

Own your Defire,— — Own your Dcfire, 
While Love's young Power with his foft Wmg, 

Fans up the Fire — Fans up the Five. 
O do not with a filly Pride, 

Or low Defign-^—Qrlow Befiga, 
Refufe to be a happy Bride, 

But aniwer plain- — but anfwer plain*' 

Thus the fair Mourner wail'd her Crime, 

With flowing Eyes- — With flowing Eye*; 
$lad Jamie heard her all the Time, 

With fweet Surprife — With iweet Surprifei 
Some God had led him to the Grove j 

His Mind unchang'd His Mind unchang'4 

flew to her Arms, andcry'd, my Love, 

lam reveng'd — Iamreveng'd! 



Peggy, / fnuft love thee* 

A*S from a Rock pad all Relief,, 
j;\ The fhipwraekt Colin fpying 
His native Soil, o'ercome with Grief* 
Half funk in Wa yes, and dying; 



e*7) 

With toe next Morning Sun he fpfes 
A Ship, which gives unhoped Surprize | 
New Life fprings up, he lifts his Eyes 
With Joy, and waits he* Motion* 

So when by her whom long -I lov'd, 

I fcorn'd was, and deferted, 
jLow with Defpairmy Spirits mov'dj 

To be for ever parted : 
Thus droop'd I, till diviner Grace 
I found in Peggy's Mind and Face} 
Ingratitude appear'd then bafe, 
But Virtue more engaging. 

Then now, fince happily I've hit, 

I'll have no mora delaying i 
Let Beauty yield to manly Wit, 
Weloie ourfelves in flaying : 
rilhafte dull Counfhip to a Clofe," 
Since Marriage can my Fears oppofej, 
Why mould we happy Minutes lofe, 
Since, Teggy, I mud love thee i 

Men may be f ooJifh, if they pleafc*, 1 
And deem't a Lover's Duty, 

To figh, and facrifice their Eafe, 
Doating on a proud Beauty : 

Such was my Cafe for many a Year, 

Still Hope fucceedingtomy Fear; 

Falfe Betty's Charms now difappear, 
Sijice Peggy's far outfhine them. 



&&£fi 



(68) 
O D E. 

HENCE every Thing that can" 
Pifturb the Quiet of Man $ 

Beblyth, my Soul, 

In a full Bowl 

Drown thy Care, 

And repair 

The vital Stream : 

Since Life's a Dream," 

Let Wine abound, 

And Healths go round", 

We'll deep more found, 
And let the dull unthinking Mob purfue 
Each endlefs Wifh, and ftill their Toil renew. 



Bessy Bell and Ma ky Gray. 

Beffy Bell and Mary Graf, 
They are twa bonny LafTes, 
They bigg'd a Bower on yon Burn-Brae, 

Andtheek'dito'erwi'Raftjeja . 
Fair Beffy Bell I loo'd yeftreen, 

And thought I ne'er cou'd alter, 
But Mary Gray's twa pawky Een, ,■ 
They gar my Fancy falter. 

How Bejfy's Hair's like a Lint-tap 5 ; 

She (miles like a Afoy-morning, 
When Pbfxfots ftarts f rae Thetis' Lap, 

The Hills with Rays adorning s 

White 






( «P ) 

White is her Neck, faft is her Hand, 
Her Waift and Feet'sfu' genty, 

With ilka Grace fhe can command j 
Her Lips, Owow! they're dainty. 

And Mary's Locks are like a'Craw, 

Her Eyes like Diamonds glances; 
She's ay fae clean, red up and braw 9 

She kills whene'er (he dances : 
Blyth as a Kid, with Wit at Will, 

She blooming, tight and tall is j 
And guides her Airs fae gracefuMlill, 

Q$ove! me's like thy PalUs* 

©ear Befjy Bell mi Mary Gray, 

Ye unco' fair opprefs us; 
Our Fancies jee between you twa. 

Ye are fie bonny Lafles-: 
Wae 1 me! forbaithlcannaget, 

To ane by Law we're (tented; 
Then Til draw Cuts, and take my Fate, 

And be with ane contented. 



Til never leave thee* 

THO* foi 



]ONNY. 

for feven Vears and mair, Honour fiaou]<i 
eave me, 
To Fields where Cannons rair, thou need na grieve 

thee : 
For deep in my Spirits thy Sweets are indented ; 
And Love (hall preferve ay what Love has imprinted. 
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never eave the* , 
<*angthe Wafldasit will, Deareft, believe me. 

NlLLYf 



( 70 ) 

Nelly. 

© Jenny, I'm jealous whene'er ye difcover; 
My Sentiments yielding, ye'll turn a loofe Rover 3 
And nought i'the Warld wad vex my Heart fairer, 
If you prove unconftant, and fancy ane fairer. 
<}rieveme, grieve me, oh it wad grieve me! 
A 9 tjbte lang Night and Day, if you deceive me* 

JONNT. 

My Nelly, let never fie Fancies opprefs ye,' 
For, while my Blood's warm, I'll kindly cards ye t 
Your blooming iaft Beauties firft beeted Love's Fire 8 
Your Virtue and Wit make it ay flame the higher. 
I-eavethee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee, 
Sang the Waild as it will, Deareft, believe me> 

Nelly. 

Then, *$-onny, I frankly this Moment allow ye, 
To think me your Miftrels, for Love gars me trowyej 
And gin ye prove fauie, to y e'rfell be it iaid then, 
Ye'll win but fma' Honour to wrang a kind Maiden : 
Reave me, reave me, Heavens ! it wad reave me 
Of my Reft Night and Day, if ye deceive me. 

JONNY. 

Bid Icefliogles hammer red Gauds on the Studdy, 
And f * Summer Mornings nae mair appear ruddys 
Bid Britons think ae Gate, and when they obey ye, 
But never till t^itt Time, believeT SI bet* ay ye. 
"Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee j 
The Sums fhaligan^ wilherfhins e'er. I deceive thee. 



My 



i 71 ) 

My Deary i if thou Dk. 

LOVE never more (hall give me Pain, 
My Fancy's nVdtmtheej 
Nor ever Maid my Heart fhall gain, 

My Peggy, if thou die. 
Thy Beauties did fuch Pleafure give, 

Thy Loves fo true to me : 
Without thee I fhall never lire, 
My Deary, if thou^ie. 

If Fate mail tear thee from my Br edit, 

How (hall I lonely ftray > 
In dreary Dreams the Night -I'll wafte, 

In Sighs the filentt)ay. 
I ne'er can fo much Virtue find, 

Nor fuch Perfe&io n fee : 
Then I'll renounce all Woman-kind, 

My Peggy, after thee. 

No new-blowa Beauty fires my Heart 

With Cupid's raving Rage, 
But thine, which can fuch Sweets imparl 

Mufl all the World ing'age. 
*Twas this that like the Morning Sun 

Gave Joy and Life to me j 
And when its deftinV) Day is done, 

With Peggy let me die. 

Ye Powers that f mile on virtuous Love, 

And in fuch Pleafure (hare ; 
You who its faithful Flames approve* 

With Pity yiew the Fair. 

Reftore 



n 



i 71 '§ 

Reftore my Peggy's wonted Charms^ 
Thofe Charms fo dear to me; 

Oh ! never rob them from thofe Arms 5 
I'm loft, ii Peggy die. 



My Jo Janet. 

SWEET Sir, for your Courtefie, 
When ye come by the Bafs then$ 
For the Love ye bear to me, 

Buy meaKeeking-glafsthen. 
Keek into the Draw~weU, 

Janet, Janet; 
And there ye' 11 feeye'r bonny fell. 
My Jo Janet, 

ICeeking in the Draw-well clear, 

What if I fhou'd fa' in, 
Syne a' my Kin will fay and fwear*, 

I drown'd my fell for Sin. 
Mad the better be the Brae 9 

Janet, Janet; 
fladthe better be the Brae, 
My Jo Janet. 

Good Sir, for your Courtefie^ 

Coming through Aberdeen theft. 
For the Love ye bear tome, 

Buy me a Pair of Shoontheh. 
Chut the auld, the new are dear, 

Janer, Janet; 
"Ae Pair may gain ye hajfa Year* 
My Jo Janet. 



But 



( 75 ) 

But what If dancing on the Green; 
And skipping like a Mawking, 
If they Jhould fee my clouted Shooa^ 

Of me they will be taulking. 
Dance By high* and late at E\y u 

Janet* Janet, 
Sym a' their Fa/its will na hefeen* 
My Jo Janet. 

Kind Sir, for your Courtefy, 
When yegae to the Grofs then* 

For the Love ye bear to me, 
Buy me a pacing Horfe then* 

Pace MpS your Spinning-wheel? 

Janet, Janet; 
fate?*??' your Sp'm'mg~wbeel 9 

My Jo Janet. 

My Spinning-wheel is auld and ftiff. 

The Rock o*t winna ftand, Sir, 
To keep the Temper-pin in tiff, 

Employs aft my Hand, Sir, 
Make the befi (ft that p can, 

Janet, Janet j 
But like it never wale a Ma%> 
My Jo Janet. 



w 



SON G. 

To the Tune of, John Anderfm my Jo\ 
HAT means this Nicenefs now of late* 



Since Time that Truth doth provt ? 
Such Diftance may confift with State,, 
But never will with Lore. 

8 3*? 



( 74 y 

*Tis either Cunning or Difdain 
That does fuch ways allow ; 

Thefirftisbafe, the laft is vain : 
May neither happen you. 

For if it be to draw me on, 

You over-ad your Part j 
And if it be to have me gone^ 

You need not haff that Art: 
For if you chance a Look to caftV 

That feems to be a Frown, 
I'll give you all the Love that's paft, 

The reft fhall be my own. 



AuU ROB MORIS. 

MITHER. 

AU LD Rob Moris thai wins in yon Glen„ 
He's the King of good Fellows, and Wale of 
auld Men, 
Hasfourfcoreof black Sheep, andfouvfcoretoo? 
Au!d Rob Moris is the Man ye maun log. 

DOUGHTER. 
Ka J d your Tongue, Mither, and let that ab«.«C 
For his Eild and my Eild can never agree ; 
They'll never agree, and that will be feen! 
For he is fourf core, and I'm but fifteen. 

MITHER. 

Ha'd your Tongue, Daughter, and lay by your Pride, , 
For he's be the Bridegroom, and ye's be the Bride j \ 
He fhall ly by your Side, and kifsye too, . 

Auld Rob Motis'n the Man ye maun loo. 

DOUGH- 



(75-) 

doughter; 

Auld Rob Moris 3 I ken him fou wee!, 
His A—- — it flicks out like ony Peet-crfcel, 
He'sout-fhin'd, in-knee'd, and ringle-ey'd coo j 
Auld Rob Moris is the Man I'll ne'er loo. 

MITHER. 
Tho* auld Rob Moris be an elderly Man, 
Yet his auld Brafs it will buy a new Pan; 
Then, Doughter, ye fhoudna be fae ill to fhoo. 
For auld Rob Moris is the Man ye maim loo. 

DOUGHTER. 
But auld Rob Moris 1 never will hae, 
His Back is fae ft iff, and his Beard is grpwn grey 
I had titter die than livewi' him a Year $ 
Sac mair of Rob Morisl never will hear. 



SONG. 

To the Tune of> Come kifs with me, come clap with meJkcl 

PEGGY. 

MY Jocky blyth for what thou haft done, 
There is nae help nor mending i 
For thou haft jog'dmeoutof Tune, 

For a' thy fair pretending. 
JMy Mither fees a Change on me, 

For my Complexion dallies, 
Andthi«, alas! has been with thee 
Sae late amang the Raphes. 

JOCKY. 

My Peggy, what I've faid I'll do, ' 

To free thee frae her Scouling; ', 

Come then and let us buckle to, 
Nae langer let's be fooling : 

D % Tot 



(70 

For her Content Til inftant wed, 

Since thy Complexion dafhes 5 
And then we'll try a Feather-bed, 

Tis fafter than the Rafhes. 

PEGGY. 

Then JoCky flnce thy Love's fae true, 

Let Mirher fcoul, I'm eafy : 
Sae lang's I live, I ne'er fhall rue 

For what I've done to pleafe thee/ 
.And there's my Hand, Vie ne'er complains 

O! well's me en the Rafhes j 
•When e'er thou likes I'll do't again, 

AndaFeg fora'their Clafhes. Z- 



song. 

To the Tune of, Rothes*s Lament j or Pinkf*houfi t 

AS Sylvia in a Foreft lay, 
To vent her Woe alone -, 
Her Swain Sylvetnder came that Way£ 

And heard her dying Moan. 
Ah i is my Love ((he faid) to you 

So worthlefs and fo vain : 
Why is your wonted Fondnef s now 
Convened to Bifdain? 

You vowM the Light mould Darknefs turn; 

E'er you'd exchange your Love ; 
In Shades now may Creation mourn, 1 

^ince vow unfaithful prove* 

Was 



(77) 

Was it for this I Credit gave 

To ev*ry Oath you fwore ? 
But ah ! it feems they moft deceive. 

Who moft our C harm's adore. 

'Tis plain your Drift was all Deceit,, 

ThePradiceof Mankind: 
Alas! I fee it but too late, 

My Love had made me blind. 
For you, delighted I could die s* 

But oh ! with Grief I'm fill'd, 
To think that credulous conftant V- 

Should by your felf be kill'd* 

This faid,— all breathlefs, ficfc andpale, 

Her Head upon her Hand, 
She found her vital Spirits fail, 

And Senfes at a Stand. 
Sylvander then began to melt ; ; 

But ere the Word was given, 
The heavy Hand of Death fhe felt', 1 , 

Andilgh'dher Soul to Heaven. H> 



ffhe young Laird and Edinburgh Katy. 

NO W wat ye wha I met yeftreen, 
Coming down the Street, my Jo ? 
My Miftrefs in her Tartan Screen, 
Fow bonny, brawand fweet, my Jo* 
My Dear, quoth I, thanks to the Night, 
That never wifh'd a Lover ill, 
Since ye're out of your Mither's Sights 
Let's take a Waukup to the Hill. 



©Katy, wiltagangwj'me. 
And leave the dinfome Town a while'; 
The BlofTom's fprouting frae the Tree, 
And a the Summer's gawn to fmile.* 
The Mavis, Nightingale and Lark, 
The bleeting Lambs and whittling Hind, 
In ilka Dale, Green, Shaw and Park, 
Will nourifh Health, and glad ye*r Mind. 

Soon as the clear Goodman of Day 
Bends his Morning Draught of Dew, 
We'll gae to fome JBurn-lIde and play, 
And gather Flowers to busk ye'r Brow. 
We'll pou the Daifles on the Green, 
The lucken Gowans frae the Bog 5 
Between Hands now and then we'll lean, 
And /port upo } the Velvet Fog, 

There's up into a pleafar.t Glen, 
A wee piece frae my Father's Tower, 
A canny, faft and flow'ry Den, 
.Which circling Birks have form'd a Bower % 
When e'er the Sun grows high and warm* 
WtM to the cauler Shade remove, 
There will I lock thee in mine Arm, 
And love and kifs, and kifs and love. 



Katy'j dnfwer. 

MY Mither's ay glow ran o'er me, 
Tho' flie did the fame before me 5 
I canna get leave 
To look to my Loove, 
Qrelfe fhe : Jl be like todeyour me. 



Right 



( 19 ) 

Right fain wad I take ye'is Offer, 
Sweet Sir, but I'll tine my Tocher; 
Then Sandy, ye'llfret, 
And wyte ye'r poor Kate, 
When e'er ye keek in your t'oom Goffer. 

For tho' my Father has plenty 
Of Siller and Plenifhing dainty, 
Yet he's unco fweer 
To twin wi' his Gear ; 
And fae we had need to be tenty. 

Tutor my Parents wi' Caution* 

Be wylie in ilka Motion ; 

Brag well o' ye'r Land, 
And there's my leal Hand, 

Win them, I'll be at your Devotion. 



MART SCOT. 

HA P P Y's the Love which meets Return,' 
When in foft Flames Souls equal burn j 
Eut Words are wanting to difcover 
The Torments of a hopelefs Lover.- 
Yeregiftersof Heav'n relate, 
If looking o'er the Rolls of Fate, 
Did you there fee me mark'd to marrow 
Mary Scot the Flower of Tarroiv. 

Ah no ! her Form's too heavenly fair, 
Her Love the Gods above muft mare 5 
While Mortals with Defpair explore heiv 
And at a Diftance due adore her„ 

D 4 ST 



©lovely Maid! my Doubts beguile^ 
Revive and blefs me with a Smile s 
Alas! if not, you'll foondebara 
Sighing Swain the Banks of Xarrowl 

Behufh, ye Fears, Illnotdefpaiiv 
My Mary's tender as (he's fair j 
Then I'll go tell her all mine Anguifh* 
She is too good to let me languifh j 
With Succefs crown'd I will not envy 
The Folks who dwell above the Sky $ 
When Mary Sect's become my Marrow* 
iWe'll make a Paradife on TCanow. 



Wine and Mufick, an Ode, 



$XMON,"}S~^ Colin, how dull is't to be 

\J- When a Soul is finking wi' Pain, 
To one who is pained like me> 
My Life's grown a Load, 
And my Faculties nod, 
While I figh for coldjeamein vain, 

I'm flain, Pm flain, I'm flafo. 
The Wound it is mortal and deep, f 

ftly Pulfes beat low in each Vein, 

And threaten eternal Sleep, 

&GLW.'] Come here's the beft Gure for thy Wounds* 

A Cure for all thy Wounds, 

The Bowl, the Bowl, the Bowl> 

O Boy, the Cordial Bowl J 

With foft harmonious Sounds, 
•■ Wounds, 



(SO 

^Wounds, Wounds, Wounds, thefe can cure all Woutfif^ 
With loft harmonious Sounds, 
And pull off the Cordial Bowl : 
JTune, tune, tune, O Symon tuns thy Soul, 

Above the Gods bienly bouze, 

When round they meet in a Ring^ 

They caft away Care, andcaroufe 

Their Neftar, while they flng. 

Then drink, drink, drink and fing 3 
Thefe make the Blood circle fine^ 

Strike up the Mufick, 

ThefafeftPhyfick, 
Compounded with fparkling Wine] 



To tbeVh-— An QBE. 



Vides, ut alt a Jlet nive candidum 
Soratie HOR. 



LO O K up to Ventland's towring Taps, 
juried beneath great Wreaths of SnaV 
O'er ilka Cleugh, ilk Scar and Slap P 
As high as ony Raman Wa\ 

Driving their Bawsfrae Whins or Tee„ , 
There's no ae Gowfter to be hen, 
Nor douifer £cwk wyfing a-jee 
The Byafs Bowls on Tamfon's Greea, 

Then fling on Coals, and ripe the Ribs, 
And beek the Houfe baith Butt and Ben, 
That Mutchken Stoup it hads but Dribs,, 
Then let's get in the tappit Hen% 

&$;■ Good 



(8i ) 

Good Claret bed keeps out the Cauld* 
And drives away the Winter Toon, 
It makes a Man baith gafh and bauld s 
And heaves his Saul beyond the Moon, 

Leave to the Gods your ilka Care, 
If that they think us worth their While* 
They can a Rowth of Bleffings fpare, 
Which will our f afhious Fears beguile*. 

For what they have a mind to do, 
That will they do, fhoulJ we gang wood 3 
If they command the Storms to blow, 
Then upo' Sight the Hailftanes thud. 

But foon as e'er they cry, Bequiety 
The blattering winds dare nae mair move, 
Bin com- into their caves, and wait 
The high Command of fupreme JOVE, 

Let neift Day come as it thinks fit, 
The prefent Minute's only ours, 
On Pleafure let*s imploy our Wit, 
And laugh at Fortune's fecklefs Powers.' 

Be fure yedinaa quat the Grip f % 

Of ilka Joy when ye are young, 
Before auld Age your Vitals nip, 
And lay ye twaiald o'er a Rung* 

Sweet Youth's a blyth and heartfomeTimeJ 
Then Lads and LafTes while 'tis May, 
Gae pu' the Gowan in its Prime, 
Before it wither and decay. 

Watch 



c n ) 

Watch the faft Minutes of Delyte, 
When Jenny fpeaks beneath her Breathy 
And kites,* laying a' the wyte 
On you, it fhekepponySkaith. 

Haith ye're ill bred; fheMHmiling fay, 
Ye'll worry me, ye greedy Rookj 
Syne frae your Arms fheil rin away* 
And hide her fell in (ome dark Nook; 

Her Laugh will lead you to the Place 
Where lies the Happinefs ye want, 
And plainly tells you to your Face, 
Nineteen Nae-fays are half, a Grant. \ 

Now to her heaving Bofom clings . 
And fweetly toolie for a Kifs,* 
Frae her fair Finger whop a Ring* 
As Taiken of a future Blifs. 

Thefe Bennifons, I'm very fure* 
Are of the Gods indulgent Grant ; 
Then, furly Carles, whifht, forbear 
To plague us with your whining Cant, 



* ToiJ-M.ff-5-- 3 ,anOD ; E. 



Nullum Vare facra viteprms feveris arborem, 

Circa mh&jolum Tiburis & mania Catilia, HOL 



o 



B —-* could thefe Fields of thine 
Bear as iaG««/.the juicy Vine 5 

How 



( 84 ) 

How fvvect the bonny Grape wou'd (kfne 

On Wa's, where now 

TourApricocks and Branches fine 

Their Branches bow? 

Since human Life is but a Blintc:; 
XV hy mould we its fhort Joys fink? 
He difna live that canna link 

The Glafs about $ 
L \Vhen warm'd with Wine, like Men we think, 

And grow mair ftoHt,' 

Thecau-ldrife Carles clog*d wi* Care, 
Wha gathering Gear gang hy te and gare» 
3f raran'd wi* Red, they ran t and rail* 

Like mirthfu' M'e»j 
It fbothly (haws them they can fp'are 

A Rowth to fpend* 

What Soger when with Wine he's bung 
'.Did e'er complain he had been dung, 
Or of his Toil,or empty fpung > 

Na, o'er his Glafs; 
Nought but braw Deeds employ his Tongue, 

Or fome fweet Laf^ 

TetTrouth, lis proper we fhould flint 
Dwr fells to a f rem- mod'ra&e Pint ; 
Why Ihould we (the blyth Blefling) mint 

To wafte or fpilU 
Since, aften,; when our Reafon's tint 

We may do ill. 

Let's fet thefe hair-brain'd Fowk in view. 
That when they're ftupid> mad and fow, 

Do 



po brutal Deeds; which aft they rue 

For a s their Days* 
Which frequently prove very few 

Tofuchasthefe? 

Then let us grip our Blifs rnair Acker, 
And tape our Heel, and fprightly Liquor, 
Which fober tane makes Wit the quicker, 

And Senfe mair keefl| 
While graver Heads that's muckle thicker 

Grane wi' the Spleen* 

May ne'er fuch wicked Fumes arife 
In me, (hall break a* facred Ties, 
And gar me like a Fool defpife 

With Stifne/s rude 3 ' 
.Whatever my bell Friends advife, 

Tho' ne'er fae good*- 

Tisbeft then to evite the Sin 
Of bending till our Sauls gae blinj 
Left like our Glafs our Breaths grow thin, 

And let Fowk peep 
At ilka Secret hid within, 

That we fhould keep,' 



O'er Bogm 



I Will <twa y w?~myLove 3 
I will awa 1 wi her, 
Tho a? my Kin had fwern and faid>, 
I'll o'er Bogie wi' her* 
- " ' - It 



< 8* J 

If IeangetbutherConfemy 

IdinnacareaStrae, 
IW ilka ane be difcontent,' 

Awa' wi' her I'll gae. 
2 will awa* 9 &c. 

For now fhe's Miftrefs of my HeaTti 
And wordy of my Hand, 

&nd well I wat we manna part 
For Siller or for Land. 

Let Rakes delight to fwear and drinks 
And Beaus admire fine Lace, 

But my chief Pleafure is, to blink- 
On Betty* s bony Fac€*. 

I will aw a* , &c* 

There a s the Beauties do combine^ 

Of Colour, Treats and Air, 
The Saul that f parkles in her Een 

Makes her a Jewel rare : 
Her flowing Wit gives mining Life 

To a s her other Charms $ 
Howbleftl'Hbe, when (he's my Wife, 

And iockt up in my Arms-! 
I will awa\ Sue. 

There blythly will I rant and flng; 

While o'er her Sweets I range, 
I'll cry, Your humble Servant, King, 

Shamefa' them that wad change 
AKifs of Betty, and a Smile; 

Abei* ye wad lay down 
The Right ye hae to Britain's Ifle> 

And offer me ye'rCrownv 
I will aw a', _ 5cc.- 



mr 



( 87 i 

O'er the Moor to M a g g v. 



AND I'll o'er the Moor to Maggy, 
Her Wit and Sweetnefs call me, 
Then to my Fair I'll (hew my Mind, 

Whatever may befalme. 
If fhe love Mirth, 111 learn to fin,g, 

Or likes the Nine to follow, 
I'll lay my Lugs in Pindas* Spring, 
And invocate Apolloi 

If flie admire a martial Mind, 

I'll fheathe my Limbs in Armour ! 
If to the fofter Dance inclin'd, 

With gayeftAirs I'll charm her: 
If fhe love Grandeur, Day and Night 

I'll plot my Nation's Glory, 
Find Favour in my Prince's Sight. 

And fhine in future Story. 

Beauty can Wonders work with eafe,\ 

Where Wit is correfpondingj 
And braveft Men know b.efl: to pleafe,'. 

With Complaifance abounding. 
My bony Maggy* s Love can turn 

Me to what Shape fhe pleafes, 
If in her Bread that Flame fhall bui'Bj,' 

JWhich in my Bofom blazes. 



Polwait 



9dn^^^cLr of { 88. J mcAa&uj 

Pol wart on the GREENf 

' J| T Polwart on the Green 

i\, if you'll meet me the Moml 

Where Lajfes do convene 

To dance about the Thorn, 

A kindly Welcome you fhall meefc 

Frae her wha likes to view 
A Lover and a Lad compleat, 

The Lad and Lover you. 

Let dorty Dames fay Na, 
As langas e'er they pleafe, 
Seem caulder than the Sm\ . 
"While inwardly they bleezj 
Bat I will frankly fliaw my Mihd> , 

And yield my Heart to thee 5 
Be ever to the Captive kind, . 

That langs na to be free, 

'At Polwart on the Green, . ■ 

Amang the new-mawn Hay, 
With Sangs and Dancing keeft > 
We'll pafs the heartfome Day. 
At Nighty if Beds be o'er thranglati t - 

And thou he trvin'd of thine, 
Thm /halt he welcome, my dear Lad* 

To take a Part of mine. 



B 



John Hay' s hony Lajfie. 

Y fmooth winding Tay a Swain was reclining, 
Ait cry'd he, Oh hey ! maim I ftiil live pining 



( sp ) 

My fell thus away, and darna difcover 
Tomybonyitaythatl am her Lover I 

Nae mair it will hide, the Flame waxes Arranger | 
If (lie's not my Bride, my Days are nae langer t 
Then I'll take a Heart, and try at a venture, 
Maybe, e'er we part, my Vows may content her. 

She's frefli as the Spring, and fweet as Aurora, 
When Birds mount and fing, bidding Day a Good- 
morrow : 
The Sward of the Mede, enamell'd with Daifies, 
Look withered and dead, when twin'd of her Graces* 

But if fhe appear where Verdures invite her, 
The Fountains run clear, and Flowers fmell the Tweet- 
er: 
•Tis Heaven to be by, when her Wit is a flowing, 
Her Smiles and bright Eye fetmy Spirits a glowing. 

The mair that I gaze, the deeper I'm wounded j 
Struck dumb with Amaze, my Mind is confounded $ 
I'm all in a Fire, dear Maid to carefs ye, 
For a* my Defire is Hay's bony Lame. 



Katharine Ogle. 

AS walking forth to view the Plain> 
Upon a Morning early, 
While May's fweet Scent did cheer my Brain*' 

From Flowers which grow fo rarely s 
I chanc'd to meet a pretty Maid, 

I She fhin'd tho' it was fogie j 
lask'd her Name : Sweet Sir, fhefaidj. 
My Name is Katharine Ogk> 
. ■ 



(90) 
I flood a while, and did admire. 

To fee a Nymph fa ftately ; 5 

So brisk an Air there did appear 

InaCountry-Maidfoneatly: ^ 

Such natural Sweetnefs fhe difplay'd^ 

Like a Lillie in a Bogiej 
Diana's (elf was ne'er array'd, 

Like this fame Katharine Ogle. 

Thou Flower of Females, Beauty 's Queen,. 

Who fees thee, fure muft prize thee $ 
Tho'thouartdreft in Robes but mean, 

Yetthefe cannot difguife thee : 
Thy handfome Air, and graceful Look, 

Far excels any clowniOaRogiej 
Thou'rt Match for Laird, or Lord, or Duke,' 

My chwming Katharine Ogie. 

O were I but f ome Shepherd-Swain! 

To feed my Flock befide thee, 
At boughting-time to leave the Plain, 1 

In milking to abide thee ; 
I'd think my f elf a happier Man* 

With Kate, my Club, and Dogie, 1 
*Than he who hugs his Thoufands ten, 

Had I but Katharine Ogie. 



Then I'd defpife th' Imperial Throne, 

And Statefmen's dangerous Stations 2 
I'd be no King, I'd wear no Crown, 

I'd fmile at conquering Nations s j 

Might I carefs and ftill poilefs 

This Lafs, of whom I'm vogie -, 
For thefe are Toys,, and ftill look lefs*. 

Compar'd with Katharine Ogie* 

But 



(91 ) 

But I fear the Gods have not decreed 

For me fo fine a Creature, 
Whofe Beauty rare makes her exceed 

All other Works in Nature. . 
Clouds of Defpair furround my Love, 

That are both dark and fogie: 
Pity my Cafe ye Powers above, 

Elfe I d i e for Katharine Ogie . 5C. 



Ann thou "were my ain Tiring. 

OF Race divine thon needs muft be, 
Since nothing earthly equals thee j 
For Heaven's fake, Oh ! favour me, 
Who only lives to love thee. 
Ann thou were my ain Thing, 
J would love thee, I would love thee | 
Ann thou were my ain Thing, 
How dearly would 1 love thee ! 

The Gods one Thing peculiar have, 
To ruin none whom they can fave ; 
O! for their fake, fupporta Slave, 
Who only lives to love thee. 
Ann thou were, &c. 

To Merit I no Claim can make, 
But that Hove, and for your fake, 
t What Man can name, I'll undertake^ 
So dearly do I love thee-. 
Ann thou were i &c. 

My 



My Paflion, conftant as the Sun, 
Flames ftrongerftill, will ne'er have done 8 
Till Fates my Thread of Life have fpun, 
Which breathing out, I'll love thee. 
Ann thou were, dec. 3£| 



Like Bees that fuck the Morning Dew, 
Frae Flowers of fweeteft Seent and Hew, 
Sae wad I dwell upo' thy Mou, 
And gap the Gods envy me. 
Ann thou were, &c. 

Sae lang's I had the life of Light, 
I'd on thyBeauties teaft my Sight, 
Syne in faft Whifpers through the Nigh^ 
I'd tell how much I loo'd thee, 
Ann thou were, &c. 

How fair and ruddy is my Jean, 
She move's a Goddefs o'er the Green s 
Were I a King, thou fhou'd be Queen* 
Kane but my fell aboon thee. 
Ann thou were, &c. 

I'd grafp thee to thisBreaft of minef 
Whilft thou like Ivy, or the Vine 
Around my ftronger Limbs fhou'd twrne, 
Form'd hardy to defend thee. 
Ann thou were, &c. 



Time's on the Wing, and will not flay. 
In mining Youth lets make our Hay, 
Since Love admits of nae Delay 3 
Olet nae Scorn undo thee. 
Ann then were, &c. 



<»5) 

W bile Love does at his Altar ftand, 
;3ae there's my Heart, gi' me thy Hand, 
And, with ilk Smile thou fhalt command 
The Will of him, wha loves thee. 
jinnthouivere, &c. 



There's my Thumb P linger heguik thee* 

MY fweeteft May, let Love incline thee^ 
T' accept a Heart which he defigns theei 
And, as your conftant Slave regard it § 
Syne for its faithfulnefs reward it j 
Tis Proof a-fhot to Birth or Money, 
}ut yields to what is fweet and bony $ 
deceive it then with a Kifs and a Smile, 
There's my Thumb it will ne'er beguile ye." 

How tempting fweet thefe Lips of thine are, 
Thy Bofom white, and Legs fae fine are, 
That when in Pools I fee thee clean 'emj 
They carry away my Heart between 'em, 
I wifh, and I wifh, while it gaesduntin, 
O gin I had thee on a Mountain, 
Tho' Kith and Kin and a' fhou'd revile thee. 
There's my Thumb I'llne'er beguile thee. 

Alane through Flowr'y Hows I dander, 
Tenting my Flocks left they mould wander, 
3in thou'll gae alang, I'll dawt thee gaylie 9 
And gi'e my Thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee. 
b my dear Laffie, it is but Daffin 
To had thy Woer up ay niffnaffin. 
fhatNa, na, na, I hate it mod: vilely, 
p fay, Yes, and I'll ne'er, beguile thee. 



iv 



(P4> 

For the Love of JEAN* 

JO € K Y faid to Jeany, tyany, wilt thou do't 
Ne'er a fit, quo' Jeany for my Tocher good; 
For my Tocher good, I winna marry thee, 
E'ensyelike, quo Jenny, ye may let it be. 

1 ha' Gowd and Gear, I ha' Land enough, 
I ha' feven good Owfen ganging in the Pleugh, 
Ganging in a Pleugh, and linking o'er the Lee 3 
And gin ye winna take me, I can let ye be. 

I ha' a good Ha' Houfe, a Barn and a Byer, 
A Stack afore the Door, I'll make arantin Fire; 
I'll make a rantinFire, and merry mail we be j 
And gin ye winna tack me, I can let ye be. 

Jeany faid to Joeky, gin ye winna tell, 
Ye fhall be the Lad, I'll be the Laf s my fell, 
Ye're a bonny Lad, and I'm a Lame free, 
Ye're welcomer to take me than to let me be. 



A SONG. 

To the Tune of, "Peggy Imufi love thee. 

BENEATH a Beech's grateful Shade, 
Young Colin lay complaining j 
He £gh'd,and feem'd to love a Maid, 

Without Hopes of obtaining ; 
For thus the Swain indulg'd his Grief, 

Tho 5 Pity cannot move thee, 
Tho' thy hard Heart gives no Relief, 
Yetp^y I muftlove thee. Say, 



Sif> 



(pf ) 

Say, Peggy* what has Cfl/i^ done, 

That tbus you cruelly ufe him f 
If Love's a Fault, 'tis that alone, 

For which you mould excufe him : 
*T was thy dear felf firft rais'd this Flame, 

This Fire by which I languifh ; 
'Tis thou alone can quench the fame, 

And cool its fcorching Anguifh. 

For thee I leave the fportive Plain,' 

Where every Maid invites me j 
For thee, fole Caufe of all my Pain, 

For thee that only flights me : 
This Love that fires my faithful Heart 

By all but thee's commended ; 
Oh! would'ft thou a&fb good a Part, 

My Grief might foon be ended. 

That beauteous Breaft, fo foft to feel, 

Seem'dTendernefsall over, 
Yet it defends thy Heart like Steel, 

'Gainft thy defpairing Lover. 
Alas ! tho' it fhould ns'er relent, 

Nor Colin's Care e'er move thee, 
Yet till Life's Iateft Breath is fpent, 

My Peggy, I muft love thee. 



Genty Tibby, andfonfy Nelly. 

To the Tune of, Tibhy Fowler in the Glen. 

*T*I B B Y has a Store of Charms, 
-* Her genty Shape our Fancy warms, 
How ftrangely can her fma' white Arms 
Setter the Lad wha looks but at her ; 

Frae 



Frae *er Ancle to her flender Wafte; 

Thefe Sweets conceal'd Sivite to dawt her, 
Her rofie Cheek and rifing Breaft, 

Gar ane's Mouth gufh bowt fou' o* Water, 

Nellf s gawfy, faf t and gay, 
Frefti as the lucken Flowers in May, 
Ilk ane that fees her cries Ah b$y f 

She's bonny, O I wonder at her ! 
The Dimples of her Chin and Cheek, 

And Limbs fae plump invite to dawt her 3 
Her Lips fae fweet, and Skin fae {leek, 

Gar mony Mouths befide mine water. 

Now ftrike my Finger in a Bore, 
My Wifon with the Maiden more, 
Gin I can tell whilk I am for, 

When thefe twa Stars appear the githerl 
OLove! Why dofl: thou gi'e thy Fires 

Sae large ? While we're oblig'd to neither 
Our fpacious Sauls immenfe Defires, 

And ay be in a hankering Swither, 

Tih&fs Shape and Airs are fine, 
And Nelly's Beauties are divine 5 
But fince they can na baith be mine, 

Ye Gods give Ear to my Petition i 
Provide a good Lad for the tane, 

But let it be with this Provifion, 
I get the other to my lane, 

In Profpe&/ta> and Fruition. 



Vf 



(P7) 

Up in the Airl 

NO W the Sun's gane out o' Sight, 
Beet the Ingle, and fnuff the Light: 
In Glens rheTairies skip and dance, 
And Witches wallop o'er to Trance* 
Up in the Air 

On my bonny grey Mare, 
And I fee her yet, and I iee her yet. 
Up in, See. 

The Wind's drifting Hail and Sna, 
O'er frozen Hags, like a Foot-ba' ; 
Nae Starnskeek through the Azure Slit, 
'Tis cauld, and mirk as ony Pit. 

The Man i' the Moon 

Is carouflng aboon j 
D'ye fee, d'ye fee, d'ye fee him yet 5 

The Man, Sec. 

Take your Glafs to clear your Een, 
'Tis the Elixir heals the Spleen, 
Baith Wit and Mirth it will infpire, 
And gently puffs the Lovers lire. 

Up in the Air, 

It drives away Carei 
Ha'e wi' ye, ha'e wi' ye, and ha'e wi' ye, Lads, yet, 

Up in, Sec. 

Steek the Doors, keep out the Froft i 
Come, Willie, gie's about ye'r Toft j 
Til't,Lads, and lilt it out, 
And let us ha'e a blythfome Bout. 

Up wi't there, there, 

Dinna cheat, but drink fair: 
Huzza, huzza, and huzza, Lads, yet. 

Up wi't, Sec. 



Fy gar rub her o'er wP Strae. 

GIN ye meet a bonny Ladle, 
Gi'e her a Kifs, and let her gae j 
But if ye meet a dirty Huffey, 
Fy gar rub her o'er wi J Strae. 

Be fure ye diana quat the Grip 
OF ilka Joy when you are young, 

Before auld Age your Vitals nip, 
And lay you twa tald o'er a Rung. 

Sweet Youth's a blyth and heartfome Times 
Then, Lads and LaiTes, while 'tis -M*;y, 

Gae pu' the Gowan in its Prime, 
Before it wither and decay. 

Watch the fait M'n u tes of Delyte, 

When 'Jenny fpeaks beneath her Breath, 

And kiiTes, laying a' the V/yte 
On you, if fhe keppony Skaith. 

Haithye're ill-bred, fhe'll fmtlingfay, 
Ye'll worry me, ye greedy Rookj 

Syne frae your Arms fhe'll rin away, 
And hide herfelf m fomedark Nook. 

Her Laugh will lead you to the Place, 
Where lies the Happinefs ye want, 

And plainly tell you to your Face, 
Nineteen Nay fays are naff a Grant. 

Now to her heaving Bofom cling, 

And (weedy toolie for a Kifs : 
Frae her fair Finger whoop a Ring, 

AsTaikenoi a future Blifs. 



Thefe 



(pp) 



ThefeBe.nnifons, I'm very fure, 
Arc of the Gods indulgent Grant: 

Then furly Carles, whifht, forbear 
To plague us with your whining Cant. 



PAT IE and PEG G T. 



B 



PAT IE, 

Y the delicious Warmnefs of thy Mouth, 
And rowing Eye, which fmiling tells the Truth, 



I guefs, my Laffie, that as well as I, 

You're made for Love, and why fhould ye deny \ 

PEGGT. 
But ken ye, Lad, gin we confefs o'er Toon, 
Ye think us cheap, and fyne the Wooing's done : 
The Maiden that o'er quickly tines her Powr, 
Like unripe Fruit 1 , will tafte but hard and fowr. 

PA TI E. 
But when they hing o'er lang upon the Tree, 
Their Sweetnefs they may tine, and fae may ye. 
Red cheeked you compleatly ripe appear, 
And 1 have thol'd and woo'd a lang hafT Year. 

PEGGY. 
Then dfnna pu' me ; gently thus I fa' 
Into my Pane's Arms for good and a' : 
But (tint your WiQies to this frank Embrace, 
And mint nae farther till we've got the Grace. 

PATIE. 
O charming Armsfu'! Hence, ye Cares, away, 
I'll kif s my Treafure a' the live lang Day j 
A' Night I'll dream my KifTes o'er again, 
ill that Day come thatye'll be a'my ain. 

E i Cho- 



C ioo ) 

Chorus. 

Smt, gallop down the Weftlin Skies, 
Gang foon to Bed, and quickly rife ; 
O lajh your Steeds, po/i Time away, 
And haft e about our Bridal Bay. 
And if you're wearied, hone ft Light t 
Sleep gin ye like a Week that Night, 



The Mill, Mill—O. 

BEneath a green Shade I fand a fair Maid, 
Was fleeping found and ftil! — O ; 
A' lowan wi' Love, my Fancy did rove 

Around her with good Will— O : 
Her Bofom ! preft 5 but funk in her Reft, 

She ftir'dna my Joy to fpill— O; 
While kindly fhe flept, clofe to her I crept, 
Andkifs'd, and kifs'd her my fill— O. 

Oblig'd by Command in Flanders to land, 

T' employ my Courage and Skill— O, 
Frae'er quietly I ftaw, hoift Sails and awa', 

For Wind blew fair on the Bill— O. 
Twa Years brought me hame,wbere loud trailing Fame 

Tald me with a Voice right fhrill— O, 
My Lafs like a Fool had mounted the Stool, 

Nor kend wha had done her the ill— O. 

Mairfond of her Charms, with my Son in her Arms, 

I ferlying fpeer'd how fhe fell— O. 
Wi' the Tear in her Eye, quoth (he, Let me die, 

Sweet Sir, gin I can tell— O. 

Love 



( 101 ) 

Lave gave the Command, I toek her by the Hand* 

And bad her a* Fears expel — O, 
And nae mair look wan, for I was the Man 

Wha had done her the Deed my iell — 0« 

My bonny fweet Lafs on the gowany Grafs, 

Beneath the Shilling- hill — O, 
If I did Offence, I'fe make ye amends 

Before I leave Peggy's Mill— (X 
O the Mill, Mill—O, and the Kill, X/7/.-0, 

And the cogging of the Wheel — O j 
The Sack and the Sieve* a" that ye maun leave, 

And round with a Sodger-reel — O. 



Colin and Grisy parting* 
To the Tune of,. Woe's my Heart that we Jhould fuw$r. 

Wl T H broken Words, and down-caft Eyes» 
Poor Colin fpoke his Paffion tender* 
And, parting with his Grify, cries, 
Ah ! woe's my Heart that we mould fundeiv 

To others [ am cold as Snow, 

But kindle with thine Eyes like Tinder: 

Irom thee with Pain I'm forc'd to go j 
It breaks my Heart that we mould funder." 

Chain'd to thy Charms, I cannot range, 

No Beauty new my Love fhall hinder, 
Nor Time nor Place fhall ever change 

My Vows, tho* we're oblig'd to fundcr. 

•> . 



( m ) 

The Image of thy graceful Air, 

And Beauties which invite out* Wonders 

Thy lively Wit, and Prudence rare, 
Shall ftill be prefent, tho' we funder. 

Dear Nymph, believe your Swain in this, 
You'll ne'er engage a Heart that's kinder j 

Then f eal a Promife with a Kifs, 
Always to love me, tho' we funder. 

Ye Gods, take care of mydearLafs, 
That as I leave her I may find her : 
When that bled Time fhall come to pafs, 

We'll m«et a^ain. and never funder. 



The Gaberlunzie-Man* 

TH E pawky au!d Carle came o'er the Lee, 
Wi' many good E'ens and Days to me, 
Saying, Goodwife, for your Courtefie, 

Will ye lodge a filly poor Man? 
The Night was cauld, the Carle was wat, 
And down ayont the Ingle he' fat ; 
My Daughter's Shoulders he 'gan to clap, 
And cadgily ranted and fang. 

O wow! quo' he, were las free,' 
As firft when I faw this Country, 
JIow blyth and merry wad I be 1 

And I wad never think lang. 
He grew canty, and me grew fain j 
But little did her auld Minny ken 
>Vhat thir flee twa togither were fay'n, 

When wooing they were fae thrang. 

And 



( 103 ) 

AndO! quo' he, arm ye were as black, 
As e'er the Crown of my Pady's Hat, 
'Tis I wad lay thee by my Back, 

And awa' wi' me thou fhou'd gang. 
And O ! quoth fhe, ann I we're as white 
As e'er the Snaw lay on the Dike, 
I'd dead me braw, and Lady like, 

And awa' wi' thee i'd gang. 

Between the twa was made a Plot* 
They raife a wee before the Cock, 
And wylily they ("hot the Lock, 

And fail to the Bent are they gane. 
Up the Morn the auld Wife raife, 
And at her Leifure pat on her Claife i 
Syne to the Servants Bed fhe gaes, 

To fpeer for the filly poor Man. 

She gaed to the Bed where the Beggar lay,/ 
The Strae was cauld, he was away, 
She clapt her Hands, cry'd, Waladay, 

For Tome of our Gear will be gane. 
Some ran to Coffers, and fome to Kifts, 
But nought was ftown rhat cou'd be miflr, 
She danc'd her lane, cry'd, Praife be bleft, 

I have lodg'd a leal poor Man. 

Since nathing's awa', as we can learn,' 

The Kirn's to kirn, and Milk to earn, 

Gae burt the Houfe, Lafs, -and waken my Bairn; 

And bid her come quickly ben. 
The Servant gade where the Daughter lay, 
The Sheets were cauld, fhe was away, 
And faft to her Goodwife can fay, 
. She's aff with the Gaberlunzie-man. 

e 4 €^fy 



( *°4 ) 

©fy gar ride, andfy garrin, 

And hafte ye find thefe Traitors again j 

For file's be burnt, and he's be flain, 

The vvearifu'Gaberlunzie man. 
Some rade upo' Horfe, fome ran a- fit, 
The Wife was wood, and out o* her Wiej 
She cou'd na gang, nor yet cou'd fhe fit, 

But ay Hie curs'd and (he ban'd. 

Mean time far hind out o'er the Lee, 
Fu' fnug in a Glen, where nane cou'd fee, 
The twa, with kindly Sport and Glee, 

Cut trae a new Cheefe a Whang : 
The Priving was good, it pleas'd them bairn* 
Tolo'e her for ay, he ga'e her his Aith, 
Quo* fhe, To leave thee I will be laitbj 

My winfome Gabeilunzie-man. 

O kend my Minny I were wi* you, 
Illfardly wad fhe crook her Mou, 
Sic a poor Man fhe'd never trow, 

After the Gaberlunzie-man. 
My Dear, quo' he, ye're yet o'er youngs 
And ha' na learn'd the Beggars Tongue, 
To follow me trae Town to Town, 

And carry the Gaberlunzie on. 

Wi' Cauk and Keel I'll win your Bread, 

And Spindles and Whorles for them wha need, 

Whilk is a gentle Trade indeed, 

To carry the Gaberlunzie O. 

I'll bow my Leg, and crook my Knee, 
And draw a black Clout o'er my Eye, 
A Cripple and Blind they will ca' me, 

Wiiile we mail be merry and flng. T # . 

Tks 



Whe CORDIAL: 

To the Tune of, Where Jhallonr Goodman M 

HE. 

WHERE wad bonny Anne Iy ? 
Alane nae mair ye maun ly j 
Wad ye a Goodman try ? 

Is- that the Thing ye're lakingt 
5 H E. 
Gan a Lafs fae young as I, 
Venture on the Bridal Tie, 
Syne down with a Goodman Iy ? 
I'm ffee'd he keep me wauking. 
H E. 
Never judge until ye try, 
Mak me your Goodman, I 
Shanna hinder you to ly, 
And fleep till ye be weary. 

S H E. 
Wh&tif I flioifd wauking ly,. 
When the Iloboys are gawn by, 
Wil! ye tent me when I cry, 
My dear, I'm faint and iry? 
H E* 
In my Bofom thou (hall ly, 
When thou waukrife art or dry, 
Healthy Cordial ftanding by, 
Shall prefently revive thee. 

S H E» 
To your Will I then comply, 
Join us, Prieft, and let me try 
How I'H wi s a Goodman \y, 



Wha can a Cordial give me, 



/ 



E f Xiv* 



( io<5 ) 
Ew-BughtS) MARION. 

WILL ye go to the Ew-bughts, Marlon % 
And wear in the Sheep wi' me j 
The Sun fhines fweet, my Marion, 

But nae haff fae fweet as thee. 
O Marion's a bonny Lafs, 

And the Blyth blinks in her Eye $ 
And fain wad I marry Marion, 
Gin Marion wad marry me. 

There's Gowd in your Garters, Marion, 

And Silk on your white Haufe-lane 5 
Fu' fain wad I ki is my Marion 

At E'en when I come hame. 
There's braw Lads in Earn/law, Marion, 

Wha gape and glowr with their Eye, 
At Kirk when they fee my Marion %, 

Butnaneof them lo'es like me. 

I've nine Mi'fc-ews, my Marion*, 

A Cow and a brawny Quey, 
I'll gi'e them a' to my Marion, 

Juft on her Bridal-Day $ 
And ye's get a green Sey Apron, 

And Waftcoatof the London brown, 
And wow but ye will be vap'ring, 

When e'er ye gang to the Town. 

I'm young and flout, my Marion $ 
Nane dances like me on theGresn^ 

And gin ye forfake me, Marion, 
I'll e'en gas draw up wi' Jtm. 



U$ 



( i<57 ) J 

Saeput onyour Pearlins, Marion, 

And Kyrtle of the Cramafie j 
And foon as my Chin has nae Hair on, 

I fhall come Weft, and fee ye. Q 



7%e blythfome Bridal. 

FY let's a* to the Bridal, 
For there will be lilting there; 
For Jocky's to be married to Maggy, 

The Lafs vvi' theGowden Hair, 
And there will be Lang-kail and Pottage, 

And Bannocks of Barley meal; 
And there will be good favvt Herring, 

TorelifhaCogof good Ale, 
Fy let's a' to the Bridal, 5c c 

And there will be Saney the Sutor, 

And ^i//wi'themeikleMou: 
And there will be Tarn the Blutcer, 

With Andrew the Tinkler, I trow ; 
And there will be bow'd-legged Robbie, 

With thumblefs Katie's Goodman 5 
And there will be blue-cheeked Dowbie, 

And Laivrie the Laird of the Land. 
Fy let m, &c. 



And there will be Sow libber Paur, 
And plucky-fac'd tjfijfii* the Mill, 

Capper-nos'd Franckand Gibbte, 
Tiiat wins in the How of the Hill ■ 



( io8 ) 

And there wiH be AlafterSibbie, 
Wha in with black Bejfy did mool, 

With fnivelling Lilly and Tibby, 
The Lafs that ftands aft on the StooL 

Fylet us, &c. 



And Madge that was buckled to Steenk, 

And coft him gray Breeks to his AiTe 9 
Wha after was hangit for dealing, 

Great Mercy it happen'd nae warfe t 
And there will be gleed Geordy ^fanners, 

And Kirjh with the Lilly-white Leg, 
Wha gadeto the South for Manners, 

Andbang'd up her Wamein Mom-meg* 
Ty let us, &c. 



And there will be Juden Mc.lawrh, 

And blinking daft Barbara Mc.leg, 
Wi'flae-lugged fharny-fae'd Lawrie? 

And fhangy mou'd haluket Meg. 
And there will be happer-ars'd N*njy 9 

And fairy fa c'd Flourie by Name $ 
Muck Madie, and fat hippit Grify, 

The Lafs wi 5 the Gowden Wame. 
Tyletus, 6c c. 

And there will be Girn-again-Glbtie, 

With his glakit Wife Jenny Bell, 
And Mifle-fhin'd Mungo Mc.apie, 

The Lad that was Skipper himfeK 
There Lads and LafTes in Pearlings 

Will feaft in the Heart of the Ha*, 
On Sybows, andRifarts, andCarKngs^ 

That are baith fodden and raw. 
'Eyleius, 6c c. 



And 



And there will be Fadges and Bracheny 

WithFouthof goodGabbocks of Skater 
Powfowdy, and Drammock, and Crowdy, 

And caller Nowt-feet in a Plate. 
And there will be Partansand Buckies* 

And Whytens and Speldens enew, 
With finged Sheep-heads, and a Haggles^ 

AndScadlipstofup till ye fpew» 
Fyletus, &c». 

And there will be fapper r d Milk JCebbucfcs^ 

AndSowens, and Farles, and Baps, 
With Swats, and well {craped Paunches* 

And Brandy in Stoups and in Caps: 
And there will be Meal-kail and Cafiocks^ 

With Skink to fup till ye rive ; 
And Roafts to roaft on a Brander,, 

Of Flowks that were taken alive. 
Py let us, 6c c. 

Scrapt Haddocks, Wilks, Dtilfe and Tangle^ 

And a Mill of good Snifhing to prie j 
When weary with eating and drinking* 

We'll rife up and dance till we die* 
Then fy let us a? to the Bridal, 

For there will be lilting there,. 
Tor Jocky'Wo be marrfdto Maggie* 

The Lafs w? the Gawden Hair, 



The Highland Laddie. 

TH E Lawland Lads think they are fine* 
But O they're vain and gaudy ! 
How much unlike thatgracefu' Mein, 
And manly Looks of my Highland Laddie I 



( no ) 

Q my bonny bonny Highland Laddie, 
My handfome charming Highland Laddie:, 
May Heaven flill guard, and Love reward 
Our Lawland Lafs and her Highland Laddie. 

It I were free at Will to chufe 

To be the wealthier!: Lawland Lady, 

I'd take young Donald without Trews, 
With Bonnet blue, and belted Plaidy. 

O my bonny, &c. 

The braweft Beau in Borrows-town, 
In a' his Airs, with Art made ready 8 

Compar'd to him, he's but a Clown j 
He's finer far in's Tartan Plaidy. 

Omy honny, 5cc, 

O'er benty Hill with him I'll run, 

And leave my Lawland Kin and Dady ; 

Frae Winter's Cauld and Summer's Sun, 
He'll fcfeen me with his Highland Plaidy. 

Omy bonny, Sec. 

A painted Room, and filken Bed, 

May pleafe a Lawland Labd and Lady $ 

But I can kifs, and be as glad 

Behind a Bum in's Highland Plaidy. 

Omy bonny, &c. 

Few Compliments between us pafs, 
lea' him my dear Highland Laddie* 

And he ca's me his Lawland Lafs, 
Syne rows me in. beneath his Plaidy, 

Q my bonny, &'c. 



Nae 



( III ) 

Nae greater Joy I'll e'er pretend, 
Thanthat his Love prove true and fteady, 

Like mine to him, which ne'er fhal! end., 

While Heaven prefervesmy Highland Laddie. 

O my bonny, 6cc, 



ALLAN- WATER* 

Or, My Love Annie 'svery bonny. . 

WHAT Number (hall the Mufe repeat? 
What Verle be found to praife my Annie} 
On her tea thousand Graces wait, 

Each Swain admires, and owns fhe's bonny. 
Since firft (lie trod the happy Plain, 

She fet eacli youthful Heart on Fire j 
Each Nymph does to her Swain complain^, 
That Annie kindles new Deli re. 

This lovely Darling dearefl: Care, 

This new Delight, chit charming Annk> 
Like Summer's Dawn, fhe's frefh and fair, 

W hen Flora s fragrant Breezes fan ye. 
All Day the am'rous Youths conveen, 

Joyous they fport and play before her 5 
All Nighr, when fhe no more is feen, 

In blifsfui Dreams they ftill adore heiv 

Among the Crowd Amyntor came, 

He look d, he lov'd, he bow'd to Annie \ 
His Fifing Sighs exprefs his Flame, 

His Wo -ds were few, his Wifh^s many. 
^fithSmi es the lovely Maid reply'd, 

Kind Shepherd, whv fhould 1 deceive ye ! 
Alas! your Love iu(l: be deny'd, 

This deftin'd Breaft can ne'er relieve ye. 



Young 



( «2 ) 

T@ung B'.irmn came with Cupid's Art,'" 

His Wyles, his Smiles, his Charms beguiliflg r 
He ftole away my Virgin Heart $ 

Ceafe, poor Amyntor, ceafe bewailing. 
Some brighter Beauty you may find, 

On yonder Plain the Nymphs are many j. 
Then chufe (orae Heart that's-unconfin'd,. 

And leave to Damon his own Annie* C* 



tfbe Collier r s banny Lajfie* 

TH E Collier has a Daughter, 
And O'fhe's wond'rous bonny** 
A Laird he was that fought her r 

Rich baith in Lands and Money s 
The Tutors watch'd the Motion 
Of this young honeft Lover -y 
But Love is like the Ocean j 
Wha can its Depth difcover!'. 

He had the Art to pleafe ye*. 

And was by a' refpefted * 
His Airs fat round him eafy>, 

Genteel, but unafFetled. 
The Collier's bonny LafTie., 

Fair as the new-blown Lillie^ 
Ay fweet, and never faucy, 

Secur'd the Heart of Willy.. 

He lov'd beyond Expreflion 
The Charms that were abouthery 

And panted for PofTefTion, 
His Life was dull without her. 



After mature refolving, 

Clofe to his Breaft he held her. 
In fafeft Flames difiblving, 

He tenderly thus tell'd her* 

My bonny Collier's Daughter* 

Let naithingdifcompofe ye, 
'lis no yourfcanty Tocher 

Shall ever gar me lofe ye :' ■ 
For I have Gear in Plenty, 

And Love fays, 'tis my Duty 
To ware what Heaven has lent me„ 

Upon your Wit and Beauty. 



Where HELEN lies. 

To in Mourning. 

AH! why thofe Tears in Nelly's Eyes? 
To hear thy tender Sighs and Cries, 
Tne Gods ftands lift'ning from the Skies, 

Pleas'd with thy Piety. 
To mourn the Dead, dear Nymph, forbear-!. 
Andof one dying take a Care, 
Who views thee as an Angel fair, 
Or fome Divinity. 

O be Iefs graceful, or more kind, 
And cool this Fever of my Mind, 
Caus'd by the Boy fevere and blind j 

Wounded I figh for thee j 
While hardly dare f hope to rife 
To fuch a Height by Hymen's Ties,. 
To lay me down where Helen lies, 

And with thy Charms be free. 



The» 



( «4> 

Then muft I hide my Love and diej 
When fuch a fovereign Cure is by > 
Koj file can love, and I'll go try, 

What'er my Fate may be -, 
Which foon I'll read in her bright Eyes, 
With thofe dear Agents I'll advife, 
They tell the Truth when Tongues tell Lyes, 

The leaft believ'd by me. 



SONG, 

To the Tune of, Galhwjhiels. 

AH the Shepherd's mournful Fate, 
When doom'd to love, and doom'd to languifh, 
To bear the fcornful Fair-one's Hate, 

Nor dare diklofe his Anguifh. 
Yet eager Looks, and dying Sighs, 

My fecret Soul difcover, 
While Rapture trembling thro' mine Eyes, 

Reveals how much I love her. 
The tender Glance, the redning Cheek, 

O'erfpread with rifing Blufhes, 
A thoufand various Ways they fpeak 

A thoufand various "Wifhes. 

For oh ! that Form fo heavenly fair, 

Thofe languid Eyes fo fweetiy fmll'wgy 
That artlefs Blum, and modeft Air,. 

So fatally beguiling. 
Thy every Look, and every Grace, 

So charm whene'er I view thee ; 
Till Death o'ertake me in theChace, 

Still will my Hopes purfue thee. 
Then when my tedious Hours are pair, 

Be this laft Blefling given, 
Low at thy Feet to breath my laft, 

And die in fight of Heaven* 



( m ) 

To C L A R 1 N D A. 
A SONG, 

To the Tune of, I wifh my Love were in a Mire* 

BLEST as tti immortal God is he, 
The Youth who fondly fits by thee, 
^ind bears and fees thee all the -while 
Softly freak a ad J weetly (mile, & c. 
So fpoke and fmil'd the Eaftern Maid, 
Like thine, Seraphick were her Charms, 
Tha« in Circafia's Vineyards ftray'd, 
And blefr. the wifeft Monarch's Arms. 

A thoufand Fair of high Defert, 
Strave toenc'.ant the amorous King} 
But the Circafian gain'd his Heart, 
And taught the Royal Card to fing. 
Clar'mda thus our Sang infpires, 
And claims the fmooth and hiorheft Lays? 
But while each Charm our Bofom tires, 
Words feem too few to found her Praife* 

Her Mind in ev'ry Grace complete, 
To paint furpafles human Skill : 
Her Majefty, mixt with the Sweet, 
Let Seraphs fing her if they will. 
Whilft wond'ring, with a Ravifh'd Eye, 
We all that's perfecT: in her view, 
Viewing a Sifter of the Sky, 
To whom an Adoration's due 8 



A 



(116) 
A SONG. 

To the Tune, Lochaber no tHore, 

FA R E W E L to Lovbaber, and farewel my Jean, 
Where heartfome with thee I've mony Day been* 
For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more. 
We'll may be return to Loebaber no more; 
Thefe Tears that I fhed, they are a' for my Dear, 
And no for the Dangers attending on Weir, 
Tho' bore on rough Seas to a far bloody Shore, 
May b e to return to Lochaber no more. 

Tho'Harryeanes rife, and rife ev'ry Wind, 
They'll ne'er make a Tempeft like that in my Mind, 
Tho' loudeft of Thunder on lowder Waves roar, 
That's uaithing like leaving my Love on the Shore, 
To leave thee behind me, my Heart h fair pain'd j 
By Eafe that*s inglorious, no Fame can be gain'd s 
And Beauty and Love's the Reward ot theBraye, 
And I muft deferve it before I can crave. 

Then Glory my Jemy maun plead my Excufe, 
Since Honour commands me, howcanlrefufe? 
Without it I ne'er can have Merit for thee, 
And without thy Favour, I'd better not be? 
I gae then my Lafs, to win Honour and Fame,' 
And it I fhould luck to come glorioufly hame, 
I'll bring a Heart to thee with Love running o'er^ 
And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more. 
i 



( "7) 

fhe auld Goodman* 



LATE in an Evening forth I went, 
A little before the Sun g :de down, 
And there I chane'd by Accident, 

To light on a Battle new begun: 
A Man and his Wife was fawn in a Strife, 

Icanna well tell ye how it began j 
But ay (he waii'd her wretched Life, 

And cry'd ever alake, my auld Goodman. 
H E. 
Thy auld Goodman that thou tells of, 

The Country kens where he was born, 
Was buta filly poor Vagabond, 

And ilka ane leugh him to fcorn ; 
For he did fpend, and make an End 

Of Gear tha; his Forefathers wan, 
He gart the Poor (land frae the Door, 

Sae tell nae mair of thy aiud Goodman, 

She. 

My Heart alake, is 1'ken to break, 

When I think on my winfome John, 
His blinkan Eye, and Gate fa free, 

Was naithing like thee, thou dofend Drone. 
His rofie Face and flaxen Hair, 

And a Skin as white as ony Swan, 
Was large and tall, and comely with all, 

And thou'lt never be like my auld Goodman. 
H E. 
Why dofr. thou pleen ? I thee maintain ; 

For Meal and Mawt thou difna want; 
But thy wild Bees I canna pleafe, 

Now when our Gear 'gins to grow fcant. 



© 



( «« ) 

Of Houfhold-StutY thou hail enough, 

Thou wants for neither Pot nor Ban j 
Of ficklike Ware he left thee bare, 

Sae tell nae mair of thy auld Goodman.' 
She. 
Yes I may tell, and fret my fell, 

To think on thefe blyth Days I had, 
When he and I togither lay 

In Arms into a well made Bed. 
But now I figh and may be fad, 

Thy Courage is cauld, thy Colour wan, 
Thou falds thy Feet, and fa's afleep, 

And thou'lt ne'er be like my auld Goodman. 

Then coming was the Night fae dark, 

And gane was a' the Light of Day *, 
The Carle was fear'd to mifs his Mark, 

And therefore wad nae langer ftay. 
Then up he gar, and he ran his Way; 

I trow the Wife the Day fhe wan, 
And ay the O'erword of the Fray 

Was ever, Alake my add Goodman. 



SONG. 

To the Tune of, Valiant J o c k y. 
0» a beautiful but very young Lady. 

BEAUTY from Fancy takes its Arms, 
And ev'ry common Face fome Breaft may move., 
Some in a Lo :>k ; a Shape, or Air, find Charms, 
To juftify their Choice, or boaft their Loye. 

But 






( IIP) 

But had the great Jpeiles feen that Face, 
When he the Cyprian Goddefs drew, 
He had negle&ed all the Female Race, 
Thrown his firff Venus by, and copied you. 
In thatDefign, 
Great Nature would combine 
To fix the Standard of her facred Coin; 
The charming Figure had enhanc'd his Fame, 
And Shrines been rih'4to Seraphim's Name. 
II. 
But fince no Painter e'er could take 

That Face, which baffles all his curious Art; 
And he that drives the bold Attempt to make, 
As well might paint the Secrets of the Heart; 
O happy Glafs, I'll thee prefer, 

Content to be like thee inanimate, 
Since only to be gaz'd on thus by her, 
A better Life and Motion would create. 
Her Eyes would infpire, 
And like Prometheus' Fire, 
At once inform the Piece, and give Defire %, 
The charming Phantom 1 would graip,and file 
O'er ali the Orbi though in that Moment die. 
III. 
Let meaner Beauties fear the Day, 

Whofe Charms are fading, and lubmit to Timei 
The Graces which from them it fteals away, 

It with a laviih Hand ftill adds to thine. 
The God of Love in Ambuffc lies, 

And with bis Arms furrounds the Fair, 
He poi'nts his conquering Arrows in thefe Eye?, 
Tiien hangs a fharpen'dDavtat every Hair. 
As with fata' Skill, 
Turn which Way you will, 
Like Eden's flaming Sword each Way you kill ; 
So ripening if ears Improve rich Nature's Store, 
And give Peife&iori to the Golden Ch*e. P. 

Lafs 



( 1*0 ) 

Lafs with a Lump of Land. 



GTE me a Lafs with a Lump of Land, 
And we for Life mall gaftg the gither, 
Tho' daft or wife I'll never demand, 

Or black Or fair, itmakfna whether. 
I'm aff with Wit, and Beauty will fade, 

And Blood alane is no worth a Shying j 
But me that's rich, her Market's made, 
For ilka Charm about her is killing. 

Gi'e me a Lafs with a Lump of Land, 

And in my bofom I'll hug my Treafure j 
Gin I had anes her Gear in my Hand, 

Shou'd Love turn dowf, it will find Pleafure^ 
Laugh on wha likes, but there's my Hand, 

I hate with Poortith, tho' bonny, to meddle, 
'Unlefs they bring Cam, or a Lump of Land, 

They'fe never get me to dance to their Fiddle. 

There's meikle good Love in Bands and Bags, 

And Siller and Gowd's a fweet Complexion j 
But Beauty, and Wir, and Virtue in Rags, 

Have tint the Art of gaining Afte&ion. 
Love tips his Arrows with Woods and Parks, 

And Caftles, andHiggs, and Moors, and Meadows, 
And naithing can catch our modern Sparks, 

But well tocher'd LaiTes or jointer'd Widows. 



The 



( 1*3 ) 

The Complaint. 

To B. 1. G. 

To the Tune of, Whenabfent, &c; 

WHEN abfent from the Nymph I love, 
I'd fain fbake off the Chains I wear § 
But whilft I ftrive thefe to remove, 
More Fetters I'm oblig'd to bear. 
MycaptiVdfancJ^)ay and Night 

Fairer and fairer reprefents 
'Belinda, form'd for dear Delight, tUf 

But cruel Caufe of my Complaints. 

Al! Day I wander through the Groves, 

And fighing hear from ev'ry Tree \ 

The happy Birds chirping their Loves, 

Happy compar'd with lonely me, 
When gentle Sleep with balmy Wings 

To reft fans ev'ry weary'd Wight, 
A thoufand Fears my Fancy brings, 

That keep me watching all the Night. 

Sleep flies, while like the Goddefs fair, 

And all the Graces in her Train, 
With melting Smiles and killing Air 

Appears the Caufe of all my Pain. 
A while my Mind delighted flies, 

O'er all her Sweets with thirling Joy, 
Whilft want of Worth makes Doubts arife, 

That all my trembling Hopes deftroy. 

Thus while my Thoughts are fix'd on her, 

I'm all o'er Tranfport and Defire : 
My Pulfe beats high, my Cheeks appear 

AllRofes, and mine Eyes all Fire. 

F 2 Wheat 



( iH ) 

When to my felf I tuni my View, 

My Veins grow chill, my Cheeks look wan 
Thus whilft my Fears my Pains renew, 

I Scarcely look or move a Man. 



He young Lafs contra auld Man, 

TH E Carle he came o'er the Croft, 
And his Beard new fhaven, 
He look'd at me, as he'd been daft, 

The Carle trows that f wad hae him. 
Howt away I winna hae him ! ' 

Na forfooth 1 winna hae him ! 
For a' his Beard new (haven, 
Ne'er a Bit will I hae him. 

A filler Broach he gae me niefr, 

To faften on my Curchea nooked, 
I wor'd a wi'upon my Breaft ; 

But foon ahke! the Tongue o't crooked i 
And fae may his, I wiana hae him, 

Na forfooth I winna hae him! 
An twice a Bairn's, aLafs'sJeft; 

Sae ony Fool for me may hae him* 

The Carle has nae Fault butane ; 

For he has Land and Dollars Plenty 5 
But waes me for him ! Skin and Bane 

Is no for a plump Lafs of twenty. 
Howt away, I winna hae him, 

Nay forfooth, I winna hae him, 
What fignifies his dirty Riggs, 

And Cafh without a Man with them, 

Siit 



C "f ) 

But (hou'd my canker'd Dady gar 

Me take him 'gainft my Inclination, 
I warn the Fumbler to beware, 

That Antlers dinna claim their Station. 
Howt awa, I winna hae him ! 

Na forfooth, I winna hae him ! 
I'm flee'd to crack the haly Band, 

Sae Lawty fays, 1 fhou'd na hae him. 



VIRTUE and WIT. 

The Prefervatives of Love and Beauty. 
To the Tune of, Gillikrmky* 

HE. 

CONFESS thy Love, fairblufhing Maidi 
For fince thine Eye's confenting, 
Thy fofter Thoughts are a' betray'd, 

And Nayfays no worth tenting. 
Why aims thou to oppofe thy Mind*. 

With Words thy Wifh denying? 
Since Nature made thee to bekind> 
Reafon allows complying. 

Nature and Reafon's joint Confent 

Make Love a facred BleiTing, 
Then happily thatTime is fpent, 

That's war'd on kind Carefling $ 
Come then my Katie to my Arms, 

I'll be nae mair a Rover j 
But find out Heaven in a' thy Charms* 

And prove a faithful Lover. 



F a SHE. 



( lifi ) 



SHE. 

What you defignby Nature's Law, 

Is fleeting Inclination, 
That Willy— WiCp bewilds us a* 

By its Infatuation. 
When that goes out, CarefTes tire,' 

And Love's nae mair in Seafon, 
Syne weakly we blaw up the Fire, 

.With all our boafted Reafon. 

H E, 

The Beauties of inferior Caft 

May ftart this jufl: Reflection 5 
But Charms like thine maun always Iaft, 

Where Wit has the Protection. 
Virtue and Wir, like AprtlRays, 

Make Beauty rife the Tweeter j 
The langer then on thee I gaze, 

My Love will grow completer,, 



SONG, 

To the Tune of, The happy Clown* 

IT was the charming Month of May, 
When all the Flowers were t refh and gay, 
One Morning by the break of Day, 
Sweet Chloe, chafte and fair j 

From peaceful Slumber fhe arofe, 
Girt on her Mantle and her Hofe, 
And o'er the flow'ry Mead fhegoesi 
To breath a purer Air. 



Her 



( 1*7 ) 

1 Her Looks fo fweet, fo gay her MeinJ 
Her handfome Shape and Drefs fo clean, 
She look'd all o'er like Beauty's Queen, 
Dreft in her beft Array, 

The gentle Winds and purling Stream 
EfTay'd to whifper Chloe's Name, 
^The lavage Beafts, till then ne'er tame, 
Wild Adoration pay. 

The feather'd People one might fee; l 

Perch'd all around her on a Tree, 
4 With Notes of fweeteft Melody 
They a£ a chearful Part. 

The dull Slaves on the tOiMfome FIow,^ 
Their wearied Necks and Knees do bow* 
A glad Subjection there they vow, 

To pay with all their Heart. 

The bleating Flocks that then came by, 

Soon as the charming Nymph they fpy, 

They leave their hoarfe and rueful Cry, 

And dance around the Brooks. 

The Woods are glad, the Meadows fmile," 
And Forth that foarn'd, and roar'd e'er whilej 1 
plides calmly down asfmoothasOil, 
Thro* all its charming Crooks, 

The finny Squadrons are content, 
To leave their wat'ry Element, 
In gla&ie Numbers down they bent£ 
They flutter all along. 

£ & The 



I 1*8 ) 

The Infers and each creeping thing* 
Join to make up the rural Ring, 
All frisk and dance, if ihe but fing, 
And make a jovial Throng. 

Kind Phoebus now began to rife, 
And paint with Red the Eaftern Skies a 
Struck with the Glory of her. Eyes, 
He fhrinks behind a Cloud, 

Her Mantle on a Bough fhe lays, 
And all her Glory fhe difplays, 
She left all Nature in Amaze, 

And skip'd into the Wood; X. 



Lady Anne BothweVs Lament. 

BALOW, my Boy,Iy ftillandfleep, 
Itgrivesme fore to hear thee weep j 
Ir thou'lt be filent, Til be glad, 
Thy Mourning makes my Heart full fad. 
Balow, my Boy, thy Mother's Joy, 
Thy Father bred me great Annoy. 
Balow \ my Boy, ly dill and Jleep, 
Itgriivs me fore tp hear thee weep, 

Balow, my Darling, fleep awhile, 
And when thou wak'ft then fweetly fnailc 5 
But f mile not as thy Father did, 
To cozen Maids, nay God forbid } 
For in thine Eye, his Look 1 fee, 
The tempting Look that tuin'd me; 
Balow, my Boy, Sec. 



( 125) ) 

III. 

When hebegan to court my Love, 
And with his fugar'd Words to move, 
His tempting Face and flatt'ringChear, 
In Time to me did not appear 5 
But now I fee that cruel he, 
Cares neither for his Babe nor me, 
BaloWf my Bey, ckc. 

IV. 
Farewel, farewel, thou falfeft Youth, 
That ever kifs'd a Woman's Mouth, 
Let never any after me, 
Submit unto thy Courtefy, 
Foiv if they do, O ! cruel thou 
Wilt her abufe, and care not how. 
Balozv, my Boy, dec, 

V. 
I was too credlous at the firft, 
To yield thee ali a Maiden diufr, 
Thou fwore for ever true to prove, . 
Thy Faith unchang'd, unchang'd thy Love, 
But quick as Thought the Change is wrought,, 
Thy Love's no more, thy Promife nought* 
Bakvp, my Boy } ckc. 

VI. 
7 wifh 1 were a maid again, 
From voung Men's flattery I'd refrain, . 
For now unto my Grief I find, 
They all are pes jur J d and unkind 1 
Bewitching Charms bred all my Harms 
Witnefs my Babe lies in my Arms. 
Balow 3 wy Boy, &c. 

VII. 
I take my Fate from bad to worfe, 
That 1 muft needs be now a Nur(e 3 

F 5. And 



( 13° ) 

And lull my young Son on my Lap, 
Prom mefweet Orphan take the Pap, 
Balow, my Child, thy Mother mild 
Shall wail as from allBlifs exil'd. 
Balow 9 my Boy, &c. 

VIII. 
Balow, my Boy, weep not for me,' 
Whofcgreateft Grief's for wronging thee, 
Nor pity her deferved Smart, 
Who can blame none but her fond Heart j 
For, too foon trufting latefl finds, 
With faireft Tongues are falfeft Minds. 
Balow 9 tayBoy s Szc» 

IX. 
Balow, my Boy, thy Father's fled, 
When he the thriftlefs Son has play ? d, 
Of Vows and Oaths, forgetful he 
Preferr'd the Wars to thee and me. 
But now perhaps thy Curfe and mine 
Make him eat Acorns with the Swine, 
Balow, my Boy, 5c c, 

X. 
But curfe not him, perhaps now he^ 
Stung with Remorfe, isbleflmg thee : 
Perhaps at Death j for who can tell 
Whether the judge of Heaven and Hell,' 
By forne proud Foe has ftruckthe Blow,* 
And laid the dear Deceiver low. 
Balow, t?iyBoy,&c 

XI. 
I wifli I were into the Bounds, 
Where he lies fmother'd in his Wounds^ 
Repeating as he pants for Air, 
My Name, whom once he call'd his Fair. 



No 



( «I ) 

No Woman's yet fo fiercely fet, 
But fhe'il forgive, tho' not forget. 

Balow, my Boy, ckc. 

XII. 
If Linen lacks, for my Love's Sake, 1 
Then quickly to him would I make 
My Smock once for his Body meet, 
And wrap him in that Winding-Sheet, 
Ah me! how happy had I been, 
If he had ne'er been wrapt therein. 

B alow, my Boy, &c. 

XIII. 
Balow, my Boy,rilweepforthee5 
Too foon, aIake,thoul'tweepforme.- 
Thy Griefs are growing to a Sum, 
God grant thee Patience when they come ; 
Born to fuftain thy Mother's Shame, 
A haplefs Fate, a Ballard's Name. 

Balow, my Boy, ly dill andjleep, 

It grieves me fore to hear thee weep. 



SONG- 

She Raife and Loot me ml 

TH E Night her filent Sable wore, 
And gloomy were the Skies : 
Of glitt'ring Stars appear'd no more 

Than thofe in Nelly's Eyes. 
[When at her Father's yaie I knock'd, 

Where I had often been, 
She, fhrowded only with her Smock* 
Arofeandlootmein. 



Faft 



Fafi: lockM within her clofe Embrace, 

She trembling flood afham'd: 
Her fwelling Bread and glowing Face, 

And ev'ry Touch enflanVd. 
My eager Paffion I obey'd, 

Refolv'd the Fort to win : 
And her tond Heart was foon betray'cl 

To yield, and let me in. 

Then, then, beyond exprefTing, 

Tianfporting was the Joy; 
I knew no greater Bleffing, 

So bleft a Man was I. 
And fhe, all ravifh'd with Delight, 

Bid me of t come again ; 
And kindly vow'd, that ev'ry Night 

She'd rife and let me in. 

But ah ! at laft fhe prov'd with Bairn, 

And fighingfatand dull, 
And I that wasasmuch concern'd, £. . 

Lookd e'en juffc like a Fool. 
Her lovely Eyes with Tears ran o'er, 

Repenting her rafh Sin : 
She figh'd, and curs'd the fatal Hour* 

That e'er fhe loot me in* 

B ut w h o cou *d c r ue 1 Iy d e c e i v e, 

Or from fuch Beauty part ? 
I lov'd her f o, I could not leave 

The Charmer of my Heart ; 
But wedded, and conceal'd our Crime : 

Thus all was well again, 
And now fhe thanks the happy Time 

That e'er fhe loot me in. z » 

SONG. 



( w ) 

SONG. 

jf Love's, a fweet PaJJtm, 

IF Love's a fweet Pafflon, why does it torment * 
If a bitter, O tell me whence comes my Complaint £ 
Since I fuffer with Pleafure, why mould I complain* 
Or grieve at my Fate, (ince 1 know 'lis in vain, 
Yet fo pleafing the Pain is, fo foft is the Dart, 
That at once it both wounds me, and tickles my Heart* 

I grafp her Hand's gently, look languifhing down, 
And by paflionate Silence I make my Love known. 
But oh! how I'm bleis'd when fo kind Qie does prove, 
By fome willing Miflake todifcover her Love.' 
When in ftriving to hide, fhe reveals all her Flame, 
Anci our Eyes tell each other what neither dare name. 

How pleafing is Beauty 5 how fweet are the Charms ? 
How delightful Embraces ? how peaceful her Arms ? 
Sure there's nothing fo eafy as learning to love 3. 
*ris taught us on Earth, and by all things above : 
And to Beauty's bright Standard all Heroes muft yiekf, 
For 'tis Beauty that conquers, and keeps the fair Field. 

X. 



H 



John Ochiltree. 

O N E S T Man John Ochiltree.-, 
Mine ane mid John Ochiltree, 



('34) 

Wtlt thou come o'er the Moor to me, 

And dance as thou was wont to do. 
Idlake, alah! Ivoomtodo! 

Ohm, Ohon ! 1 wont to do ! 
Now wont to do's vway frae me, 

Irae filly auld John Ochiltree, 
Honeft Man John Ochiltree, 

Mine ane auld John Ochiltree ; 
Come anes out o'er the Moor to me^ 

And do but what thou dow to do. 
Alake, alake 1 1 dow to do ! 

Walaways ! Idozv to do ! 
To whojl and hirple o'er my Tree, 

My honny Moor-powt is a* I may M, 

Walaways John Ochiltree, 

For mony a Time I tell'd to thee^ 
Thou rade fae faft by Sea and Land, 

And wadna keep a Bridle-hand ; 
Thou'd tine the Beaft, thy fell wad die> 

My filly auld John Ochiltree* 
Come to my Arms my bonny thing, 

Andchear me up to hear thcefing $ 
'And tell me o 3 er a* we hae done, 

¥or Thoughts maun now my Life foft aitr! 

Gae thy ways John Ochiltree : 

Hae done ! it has nae Sa'r wi' mej 
I'll let the Beaft in throw the Land, 

She'll may be fa s in a better Hand.' 
Even fit thou there, and think thy fill, 

For I'll do as I wont to do ftiU : &; 



SONG. 



( m) 

SONG. 

To the Tune of, Jenny beguile the Wehpn 
The auld Chorus. 

Up Stairs, down Stairs, 

Timber Stairs jea r me. 
Tm laitb to ly a' Night my lanel 

And jonny's Bed fae near mil 

I. 

OMither dear, I' gin to fear, 
Tho'I'mbaith good and bony* 
I winna keep ; for in my Sleep 

I ftart and dream of Johny. 
When %ohny then comes down the Glen> 

To woo me, dinna hinder j 
But with Content gi' your Content g 
For we twa ne'er can finder. 
II. 
Better to marry, than mifcarry ; 

For Shame and Skaith's the Clink o*i; 
To thole the ©ool, to mount the Stool, 

I downa 'bide to think o't $ 
Sae while 'tis Time, I'll fhun the Crime/. 

That gars poor Ef>ps gae whinging, 
L With Hainches fau, andEenfae blew* 
To a' the Be'drals bindging. 
III. 
Had Eppys Apron bidden down, 
The Kirk had ne'er a kend it j 
But when the Word's gane thro' the TpWftJ 
Make '. how can fhe mend it, 

No 



( IJtf ) 

NowTam maun face the Minifter, 

And fhe maun mount the Pillar 5 
And that's the Way that they maun gae^ 

For poor Folk has nae Siller. 
IV. 
Now ha'd ye'r Tongue, my Daughter young, 

Reply'd the kindly Mither, 
Get Johny's Hand in haly Band, 

Syne wap ye'r Wealth together, 
I'm o' the Mind, if he be kind, 

Ye'lldo your Part difcreetly j 
And prove a Wife, will gar his Life, 

And Barrel run right i weedy. 



SONG. 

To the Tune of, Wat ye wha I met Teftreen, &c. 

I. 

OF all the Birds, whofe tuneful Throats 
Do welcome in the verdant Spring, 
I far prefer the Stirling's Notes, 
And think fhe does moil iweetly fing. 
NorTrufh, nor Linnet, nor the Bird, 
Brought from the far Canary Coaft* j 

Nor can the Nightingale afford 
Such Melody as me can boafh 
IT. 
When Vhocbtts fouthwards darts his Fife*, 
And on our Plains he looks askance,. 
The Nightingale with him retires, 
My Stirling makes my Blood. ;o dance* . , 



( *37 ) 

In fpite of Hyems* nipping Froft, 
Whether the Day be dark or clear, 
Shall I not to her Health entoaft, 
Who makes it Summer all the Year > 

III. 
Then by thy felf, my lovely Bird, 
I'll ftroke thy Back, and kifs thy Breaft j 
And if you'll take my honeft Word, 
As facred as before the Prieft}. 
I'll bring thee where I will devife 
Such various Ways to pleafure thee. 
The Velvet-fog thou will delpife, 
When on the Downy-bills with me . T. R. 



SONG. 

To its own Twe* 

IK January hft, 
On Munanday at Morn, 
As through the Fields I paft, 

To view the Winter Corn, 
Hooked me behind, 

And fa w come o'er the Know, 
Ane glancing in her Apron, 
With a bonny brent Brow. 

I faid, Good-Morrow, fair Maid j 
And fhe right courteoufly 

Return'daBeck, and kindly faid, 
Gfod Day, fweet Sir, to yon. 



C ij8 ) 

Ifpear'd, myDear, howfarawa 

Do ye intend to gae ? 
Quoth me, I mean a Mile or twa, 
put o'er yon broorny Brae. 

Fair Maid, I'm thankfu* to my Fate* 

To have fie Company j 
For I am ganging ftraight that Gate? 

Where ye intend to be; 
^When we had gane a Mile or twain, 

I (aid to her, my Dow, 
May we not lean us on this Plain, 

And kifs your bonny Mou. 

S H E. 

Kind Sir, ye are a wi'rniftanej 

For I am nane of thefe, 
I hope ye fome mair Breeding ken s 

Than to rufile Women's Claife : 
For may be I have chofen ane, 

And plighted him my Vow, 
Wha may do wi'me what helikes^ 

Andkif s me bonny Mou. 

H i. 
Na, if ye are contracted, \ 

Ihaenae mair to fay : 
Rather than be rejected, 

I will gie o'er the Play ; 
Andchufeanither, will refpect 

My Love, and one me rew j 
And let me clafp her round the Neck, 

Andktfs her bonny Mou. 

She^ 
O Sir, ye are proud-hearted, 

And laith to be faid Nay, 
£Ke ye wad ne'er a ftarted 
? For ought that I did lay 6 



( 130 >: 

For Women in their Modefty 

Atfirfttheywinnabowi * 

But if we like your Company; 

JVe'll prove as kind as you. & 



SON G. 

To the Tune of, Vllnwer have thpl 



I. 

ON E Day I heard Mary fay, 
How fhall I leave thee? 
Stay, dearth Adonis, flay, 

Why wilt thou grieve me. 
Alas J my iond Heart will break, 

If thou mould leave me. 
I'll live and die for thy Sake.5 

Yet never leave thee. 

II. 
Say, lovely Adonis, lay, 

Has Mary deceived thee? 
Bid e'er her young Heart betray 

New Love, that has griev'd thee I 
My canftant Mind ne'er {hall ftray, 

Thou may believe me. 
Til love thee, Lad, Night and Day* 

And never leave thee. 

III. 
Adonis, my charming Youth, 

What can relieve thee ? 
Can Mary thy Anguilh footh ? 

This Breaft fhall receive thee* 



( 14* ) 

My PafHon can ne'r decay, 

Never deceive thee: 
Delight mall drive Pain away, 

Pleafure revive thee. 

IV. 
But leave thee, leave thee, Lad, 

How fhall I leave thee ? 
O! that Thought makes me fad, 

I'll never leave thee. 
Where would my Adonis fly ? 

Why does he grieve me ? 
Alas! my poor Heart will die, 

If I mould leave thee. C. 



Sleepy JBody> drowfy Body. 



SOmnolente, 
Qu&forepentel 
Vigila, vive, metange* 
Somnolent e, qu&fo, Sec. 

Gtimme ambiebas, 

Videri volebas 
Amor Is negotiis apt us ; 

Sedfctttus metritus, 
Es femifopitus, 
Etfemper afomnio captus. 

O fleepy Body, 

And drowfy Body, 
O wihuna waken, and turn thee s 

To 



( »4* ) 

To drivel and draunt, 

While liigh and gaunt, 
Gives me good Reafon to fcorn the«, 

IV. 
When thou fhouldft be kind, 

Thou turns fleepy and blind-, 
And fnoters and fnores far frae med 
Wae light on thy Face, 

Thy drowfy Embrace 
Is enoughto gar me betray three. Qj 



General LeflyV March to Long-maftoa 

Moor. 



MARCH, march, 
Why the D— .do ye na march I 
Stand to your Arms, my Lads, 
Fight in good Order. 
Front about ye Musketeers all, 
Till ye come to the Engli/h Border. 1 

Stand till* t, and fight like Men, 

True Gofpel to maintain. -•; 

The Parliament blythtofee us a coining* 

When to the Kirk we come, 

We'll purge it ilka Room, 
Frae Fopifi Relicks and a 5 fie Innovations» 

That a' the Warld may fee, 

There's nane i : the Right but we, 

Of the zuldScotifh Nation. 

Jenny [hall wear the Hood, 

foeky the Sark of G o d i 

And 



( H* ) 

'And the Kift fou of Whittles, 
That make fie a Cleiro, 

Our Pipers braw, 

Shall hae them a' 

What e'er come on ft.' 

Busk up your Plaids, my Lads, 

Cock up your Bonnets. 
March, March, &c, 



S O N Ga 



To the Tune of, I'll gar ye he fain u follow m, 

He. 

AD I E U 'or a while my native green Plains, 
My neareft Relations, and neighbouring SwainSj 
Dear Nelly frae trtefe I'd ftart eafily free, 
Were Minutes nor Ages, while abfent frae thee. 

She. 
Then tell me the Reafon thou does not obey 
The Pleadings of Love, but thus hurries awayj 
Alake, thou Deceiver, o'er plainly I fee, 
A lover fae roving will never mind me. 

H E. 
The Reafon unhappy, is owing to Fate 
That gave me a Being without an Eftate, 
Which lays a neceffity now upon me, 
To purchafe a Fortune for Pleafure to thee. 

She. 
Small Fortune may ferve where Love has the Sway, 
Then Johny be counfel'd na langer to ftray, 
For while thou proves conftant in Kindnefs to me, 
Contented I'll ay find a Treafure in thee. 

He. 



C i45 ) 

H E. 

Oceafe, my dear Charmer, elfe foon I'll betray, 
A Weaknefs unmanly, and quickly give way 
To Fondnefs which may prove a Ruin to thee, 
APaintous baitb, and Di (honour to me. 

Bearwitnefs, ye Streams, and witnefs ye Flowers, 
Sear witnefs ye watchful invifi bJe Powers, 
If ever my Heart be unfaithful to thee, 
May naithing propitious e'er fmile upon me. 



SONG. 

To the Tune of 

BUSK ye, busk ye, my bony Bride-, 
Busk ye, busk ye, my bony Marrow % 
Busk ye, busk ye, my bony Bride, 

Busk andgo to the Braes of Yarrow $ 
There will we (port and gather Dew, 

D^ncingwhiieLavrocksflngthe Mornings 
There learn frae Turtles to prove true ; 
O Bell ne'er vex me with thy Scorning. 

To Weftling Breezes Flora yields, 

And when the Beams are kindly warming, 
Blythnefs appears o'er all the Fields, 

And Nature looks mair frefh imd charming. 
Learn frae the Burns that trace the Mead, 

Tho* on their Banks the Rofes blofTom, 
Yethaftylie they flow to Tweed, 

£nd pour their Sweetnefs in his Bofom. 

Haft 



(*44) 

Haft ye, haft ye, my bony Bell, ' 

Haft to my arms, and there I'll guard thee a 
With free Confent my Fears repel, 

I'll with my Love and Care reward thee. 
Thus fang I faftly to my Fair, 

Wha rais'd my Hopes with kind relenting! 
O Queen of Smiles, I ask nae mair, 

Since now my bony Bell's consenting. 



Com Riggs an bony. 

MY Vatie is a Lover gay, 
His Mind is never muddy, 
His breath is fweeter than new Hay, 

His Face is fair and ruddy. 
HisShnpeis handfome, middle Sizes 

He's ftately in his Wawking $ 
The Shining of his Een iurprize $ 
fTis Heaven to hear him tawking. 

Laft Night I met him on a Bawk, 

Where yellow Corn was growing, 
There mony a kindly Word he fpake, 

That fet my Heart a glowing. 
He kifs'd, andvow'd he wad be mine, 

And loo'd me beft of any 5 
That gars me like to fingfinfyne s 

O Com Riggs are bony. 

Let Maidens of a filly Mind 

Refufe what maift they're wanting, 
Since we for yielding are defign'd, 

Wechaft'ly mould be granting; 



( 145 ) 

Then ril comply, and marry Patei 
And fyne my Cockernony 

He's free to touzle air or late, 
Where Corn Riggs are bony.' 



Cf omlet^ Lilt. 



SINCE all thy Vows, falfeMaidi; 
Are blown to Air, 
And my poor Heart betray'd 

To fad Defpair, 
Into fome Wildernefs, 
My Grief I will exprefs,' 
And thy Hard-heartednels, 1 
O cruel Fair. 

Have I not graven our Loves 

On every Tree : 
In yonder fpreading Groves, 

Tho'faHethoube: 
Was notafolemn Oath 
Plighted betwixt us both> 
Thou thy Faitrr, I my Troth; 

Conftant to be. 

Some gloomy Place I'll find, 
Some dolefulShade-, 

Where neither Sun nor Wind 
E'er Entrance had ; 



tnlQ) 



Info that hollow Cave, 
There will Ifigh and rave, 
Becaufe thou do'ft behave 
So faithlefly. 

"Wild Fruit fhall be my Meat; 

111 drink the Spring, 
Cold Earth fhall be my Seat % 

For Covering 
I'll have the (tarry Sky 
My Head to canopy, 
Umilmy Soul on high 

Shall fpread its Wings. 

I'll have no Funeral-Fire, 
Nor Tears formes 

No Grave dot defire, 
NorObfequies: 

The courteous Red-Breaft he 

With Leaves will cover me, 

And fing my Elegy, 

With doleful Voice. 

And when a Ghoft I am, 

rilvifit thee; 
O thou deceitful Dame, 

Whofe Cruelty 
•HaskilPdthekirideft Heart 
That e'er felt Cupid's Dart, 
And never can defert 

From loving thee. 






s o n a 



1 147) 

SONG. 

Wella'toKdCogo. 

AN D ril-awa to bony Tweed-tide, 
And fee my Deary coni€ throw, 
And he fall be mine 
Git fae he incline, 
For I hate to lead Apes below.' 

While young and fair, 

I'll make it my Care, 
To fecure my fell in a Jo j 

I'm no fie a Fool 

To let my Blood cool," 
And fyne gae lead Apes below. 

Few Words, bony Lad, 

Willeithly perfuade, 
Tho' blufhing, I daftly fay no, 

Gae on with your Strain, 

And doubt not to gain, 
For I hate to lead Apes below. , 

Unty'dtoaMan, 

Do what e'er we can, 
We never can thrive or dow : 

Then I will do well, 

Do better wha will, 
And let them lead Apes below. 

Our Time is precious, 

And Gods are gracious, 
ThatBeautiesupanusbeftowi 

'Tis not to be thought, 

We got them for nought. 
Or to be let up for Show. 

G % 'Tis. 



( I4» ) 

*Tis carried by Votes, 
Come kilt up yere Coats, 

Andlet us to Edinburgh go, 

Where fhe that's bony 
May catch a Jonny, 

And never lead Apes below. 



William and Margaret. 

An eld BALLAD. 

P »np WAS at the fearful Midnight Hour, 

jL When all were faft afleep, 
in gilded Margaret's grimly Ghoft, 

And itood at William's Feet. 

Her Face was pale, like April Morn, 

Clad in a wifttry Cloud j 
And Clay-cold was her Lilly-hand,, 

That held her fable Shroud, 

So (hall the faired Face appear, 

When Youth and Years are flown : 
Such is the Robe that Kings muft wear s 

WhenDeath has reft their Crewn. 

Her Bloom was like the i pringing Flower 

That fips the filver Dew > 
The Rofe was budded in her Cheek, 

Jufi opening to the'View, 

But Love had, like the canker Worm, 

Conium'd her early Prime • 
The Rofe grew pale, and left her Cheek* 

She dyM before her Time. Awake! 



( m > 

Awake! fhe cry'd, thy trueXove calls*. 

Come from her Midnight Grave j 
Now let thy Pity hear the Maidi 

Thy Love refus'd to fave... 

This is the dumb and dreary Hour, 

When injur'd Ghofts complain, 
And aid the fecret Fears o.f Nig]?t r 

To fright the fakhlefs Man. 

Jtethinfc thee, AVilltAWi of thy Fault,.. 

Thy Pledge and broken Oath, 
And give me back my Maiden-V-ow» . 

And give me back my Troth. 

How could you fay, my Face was fasf,~ 

And yet that Face forfake t 
How could you win my Virgin-Heart s 

Yet leave that Heart to break ? 

Wh« did you promife Love to me,. 

And not that Promife keep : 
Why {aid you, that my Eyes were bright^. 

Yet left thefe Eyes to weep t ? 

How could you fwear, my Lip was fweet a 

And made the Scarlet pale \ 
And why did I, young witleis Maid, , 

Believe theilatt'iing Tale ? 

That Face, alas \ no more is fair 5 

Thefe Lips no longer red : 
Dark are my Eyes, now clos'd in Deaths 

Aad every Charm, is fled. 

G j- Tlie 



( no > 

The hungry Worm my Sifter is ; 

This Winding-meet I wear : 
And cold and weary laftsour Night, 

Till that laft Morn appear. 

Buthavk/— — the Cock haswarn'd me hence— -^ 

A long and late Adieu! 
Come fee, falfe Man i how low Ihe lies, 

That dy'd for Love of you. 

The Lark fung out, the Morning fmil'd. 

And vais'd her glift'ring Head : 
Tale William quak'd in every Limb a 

Then, raving, left his Bed. J *JJ 

lie hy'd him to the fatal Place 

Where Margarets Body lay, 
And itretch'd him o'er the green Grafs Turf 

That wrapt her breathlefs Clay. 

And thrice he call'd on Margaret's Name, 

And thrice he wept full fore : 
Then laid his Cheek on her cold Grave, 

And Word fpoke neyer more. D. M 



fbe COMPLAINT. 

TH E Sun was funk beneath the Hill, 
Tne Weftern Cloud was lin'd with Cold : 
Clear was the Sky, the Wind was ftill, 

The Flocks were penn'd within the Foldj 
When in the Silence of the Grove, 
Poor D awon thus defpair'd of Love, 

Who 



( is* > 

Who feeks to pluck the fragrant Rofe, 
From the hard Rock or oozy Beech ? 

Who from each Weed that barren grows* 
Expects the Grape or downy Peach l 

With equal Faith may hope to find 

The Truth of Love in Womankind. 

No Flocks have I, or fleecy Care, 

No Fields that waye with golden Grain, 

No Paftures gieen, or Gardens fair, 
A Woman's venal Heart to gain, 

Then all in vain my Sighs muft prove, 

Whofe whole Eftate, alas/ isLoye. 

How wretched is the faithful Youth, 

Since Womens Hearts are bought and fold 2 

They ask no Vows of facred Truth} 
When e'er they figh, they figh for Gold. 

Gold can the Frowns of Scorn remove ; — — — 



Thus I am fcorn'd, who have but Love. 

To buy the Gems of India's Coaft, 

What Wealth, what Riches would fufKce? 

Yet India's Shore could never boaft, 
The Luftre of thy Rival Eyes : 

For there the World too cheap muft prove j 

Can I then buy ? — who have but Love. 

Then, Mary, fince nor Gems, nor Ore 

Can with thy brighter f elf compare, 
Bejuft, as fair, and value more, 

Than Gems or Ore, a Heart flneere .» 
LetTreafure meaner Beauties prove ; 
Who pays thy Worth, muft pay in Love, X. 

G 4 - SQNG. 



S O N G. 

To the Tune of, Montrofe'i Lms\ 

ITofs and tumble thro* the Night, 
And wife th 8 approaching Day, 
Thinking when Darknefs yields toLight* 

111 banifh Care away t 
But when the glorious Sun doth rife, 

And chear all Nature round, 
All Thoughts or Pleafurein me dies j 
My Cares do fell abound* 

My tortured and nneafy Mhid 

Bereaves me of my Reft $ 
My Thoughts are to ail Pleafure blind, 

With Care I'm (till oppreis'd : 
But had I her within my Bread, 

Who gives me fo much Pain, 
My raptur'd Soul would be at Reft, 

Andfofteft Joys regain 

I'd not envy the God of War, 

Bleis'd with fair Venus' Charms* 
Nor yet the thundering Jupiter, 

In fair Alcmena's Arms : 
Paris, Widi Helen's Beauty blcflv 

Wou'd be a left tome} 
If of her Charms 1 werepoffeft, 

Thrice happier I wou'd be. 

But fince the Gods do not ordain 

Such happy Fate for me, 
I dare not 'gainft their Willrepia 
Who rale my D«ftiny. 



With 



( If? ) 

With fprightly Wine 1*11 drown ray Care ', 

And cherifh up my Soul ; 
When e'er I thinkon my loft Fair, 

I'll drown her in the Bowl. 



I Ablyi 



The Deceiver. 

I T H tuneful Pipe, and hearty Giee a 
Young Waty wan my Heart 5 
blyther Lad ye cou'dna fee, 
All beauty without Art. 
His winning Tale 
Did foon prevail 
To gain my fond Belief 5 
But foon the Swain 
Gangs o'er the Plain, 
And leaves me full, and leaves me full* 
And leaves me full of Grief, 

Tho 3 Colin courts with tuneful Sang,, , 

?"et few regard his Mane 5 
The Laflts a' 'round Waty thrang, . 
While Colin's left alane ; 

In Aberdeen 

Was never feen 
A Lad that gave fie Pain, 

He daily wooes, 

And ft ill purfu.es. 
Till he does all, till he does all* *' 

Till-he does all obtain, . 



But 



( 154) 

But i oon as he has gain'd the Blifs a 

Away then does he run, 
And hardiy will afford a Kifs, 
To filly me, undone : 

Bony Katy, 

Maggy, B tatty, 
Avoid the roving Swain; 

His wyly Tongue 

Befureto fhun, 
Or you, like me; or you, like me, 

Like me will be undone. 



The Widow, 

TH E Widow can bake, and the Widow can brew, 
The Widow can fhape, and the Widow can few, 
And mony braw Things the Widow can do, 

Then have at the Widow, my Laddie. 
With Courage attack her baith early and late, 
To kifs her and clap he rye mauna be blate, 
Speak well and do better, for that's the bell: Gate 
To win a young Widow* my Laddie. 

The Widow fhe's yourhfu', and never ae Hair,' 
The war of the Wearing, and has a good Skair 
OF every Thing lovely ; fhe's witty and fair, 

And has a rich Joynier, my Laddie. 
What cou'd ye wifh better your Pleafure to crowa 
Tnan a Widow, thebonyeftToaftin the Town, 
With naithing, but draw in your Stool and fit down, 

Andfport with the Widow, my Laddie f 

Then 



( Iff) 

Then till'er and kill'er with Courtefie deal, 
Tho' ftark Love and Kindnefs be all ye can plead \ 
Be foeartfome and airy, and hope tofucceed, 

With a bony gay Widow, my Laddie. 
Strike Iron while '• is het.it ye'd have ittowald, 
For Fortune ay favours the active and bauld, 
But ruins the Woer that's thowlefs and cauld, 

Unfit for the Widow, my Laddie. 



The Highland Lajffie. .. 

TH E La wland Maids gang trig and fine, 
But aft they're four and unco fawfy, 
Sae proud they never can be kind, 

Like my good humour'd Highland Lame, 
O, my bony, bony Highland LaJJie, 
My hearty failing Highland Lajfie, 
May never Care make thee lefsfair, 
But Bloom of Youth Jidl bkfs my Laffte. 

Than ony Lafs in Barrowftourc, 

Wha mak their Cheeks with Patches motie, 

I'd t-ak my Katiebm a Gown, 

Bare footed in her little Coti'e, 
O my I ony , Sec. 

Beneath the Brier or Breckeri Buffi, 
When e'er I kifsand court my Dantie,. 
Happy and blyth asane waa will), 

My fV'ghteren Heart gangs. pimepaitie 
Q my bony, Sec. 



OVr 



( Iftf ) 

O'es? higheft heathery Hills I J 11 ftenn,' 
With cockit Gun and Ratches tenty, 
TodvivetheDeeroutof their Den, 

To feaft my Lafs on Diflies dainty. 
O my bony, Sec. 

There's nane fhall dare by Deed or Word, 
8 Gainft her to wag a Tongue or Finger, 
While I can wield my trufty Sword, 

Orfraemy Side whisk out a Whinger. 
O my bony, &c. 

The Mountains clad with purple Bloom, 

And Berries ripe invite my Treafure, 

To range with me, let great Fowk gloom, 

While Wealth and Pride confound their Fleafure. 
O, my bony, bony Highland LaJJie, 
My lovely foiling Highland LaJJie^ 
May never Care make thee lefs fair. 

But Bloom of loath Jlillblejs my LaJJie. 



Jocky Myth and gay. 



L Y TH Jocky young and gay, „ 

Isallmy Heart's Delight, 
He's all my Talk by Day, 
And all my Dreams by Night. 
If from the Lad I be, 
'Tis Winter then with me ; 
But when he tarries here, 
*Tis Summer all the Year. 



( if 7 ) 

k When I and Jocky met, 

Firft on the flow'ry Dale, 
Right fweetly he me tret, 
And Love was all his Tale.* 
You are the Lafs, faid he, 
That flaw my Heart frae me 5 

eafe me of my Pain, 
And never (haw Difdain. 

Well can my Jocky ky th 

His Love and Courtefie, 
He made my Heart full blyth; 
When he firft f pake to me. 
His Suit I ill deny'd, 
He kifs'd and I comply'ds ,., 
Sae Jocky pr.omis'd me, 
That he wad faithful bes- 

Fm glad when Jocky comes, 
Sad when he gangs away : 

'Tis Night when Jocky glooms, 
But when he (miles, 'tis Day. 
When our Eyes meet I pant,' 

1 colour, flgh and faint , • 
What Laf& that wad be kind, 
Can better tell her Mind ? 



Had away frae me Donald, 

OCome away* come away, 
Come away wi' me, Sfennyy 
Sic Frowns ! canna bear^frae ane 
Whafc Smiles anes rayifh'd me, fenny 1 

w 



C 158 ) 

If you'll be kind, you'll never find 
That ought fall alter me, Jenny j 

For you're the Miftrefsof my Mind, 
What e'er you think of me, Jenny. 

Firft when your Sweets enflav'd my Heart, 

You feem'd to favour me, Jennys 
But now, alas! you ad a Part 

That fpeaks Unconftancy, Jenny. 
Unconftancy is fie a Vice, 

Tis not befitting thee, Jenny, 
It fuits not with your Virtue nice 

To carry fae to me, Jenny. 



Her ANSWER. 

O Had away, had away j 
Had away frae me, Donald; 
Your Heart is made o'er large for ane^ 

It is not meet for rne, Donald; 
Some fickle Miftrefs you may find, 

Will jilt as fait as thee, Donald; 
To ilka Swain (he will prove kind, 
And nae lefs kind to thee, Donald. 

But I've a Heart that's naething fuch, 

'Tis fill'd with Honefty, Djmdld; 
I'll ne'er love Money, I'jllove much, 

1 hate all Levity, Donald: 
Therefore nae mair, with Art, pretend 

Your Heart is chnin'd'to mine, Donaidi 
For Words of FalQiood I'll' defend, 

A roving Love like ihinc, Donald* 



Tirft 



( M9) 

Jirfl: whenyou courted, I muft own, 

I frankly favour'd you, Donald-, 
Apparent Worth, and fair Renown, 

Made me believe you true, Donald. 
Ilk Virtue then feern'd to adorn 

TheManetteem'dby me, Donald, 
But now, the Mask fallen aff, I f coin 

To ware a Thought on thee* Donald, 

And now, for ever had away, 

Had away fraeme, Donald, 
Gae feek a Heart that's like your aifi, 

And come nae mair to me, Donald i 
For I'll referve my fell for ane> 

For ane that's liker me, Donald^ 
It fie a ane Icannafind, 

I'll ne'er loo Man, nor thee, Donald. 
Don al d. 
Then I'm thy Man, and falfe Report 

Has only tald a L.ye, fenny ; 
To. try thy Truth, and make us Sport, 

The Tale. was rais'd by me, Jenny*. 
Jen n y. 
When this ye prove, and flill can love,!. 

Then come away to me, Donald >, 
I'm well content, ne'er to repent 

That Ihayefmil'd on thee, Donald, 



Todlen Bmty and Todlen Ben* 

WHEN I've aSaxpence under my Thumbs 
Then rilget Credit in ilka Town - y 



'But 



etmy 

But ay when Vm poof they bid me gang by ! 
O! Poverty parts good Company. 

X<nto hame, todlen hame, 

Coudna my Love come todlen hame» 

Fair-fa* the Goodwife, and f«nd her good Sale, 
She gi'es us white Bannocks to drink her Ale a 
Syne it that her Tippony chance to be fm&\ 
^e'll tak a good Scour o't, and ca'tawa*. 

"lodlen hame, todlen hame, 

As round as a Neepcome todlen hame* 

My Kimmer and I lay down to fleep, 

And twa Pint-ftoMps at our Bed's Feet - y 

And ay when wewaken'd, we drank them dry; 

3^hat thinkye of my wee Kimmer and I \ 
lodlen butt, and todlen ben, 
Sae round as my Leave comes todlen hame, 

Leeze me on Liquor, my todlen Dow, 
Ye're ay fae good humour'd when weeting your Mow 3 
When fober fae four, ye'll fight with a Flee, 
That'tisablythSighttothe Bairns and me. 

When todlenhame, todlen hame, 

When round as a Neep ye come todlen hame, % t 



The auU Man's heft Arguments 

To the Tune of, Widow are ye wawking, 

OWha's that at my Chamber Door ? . 
" Fair Widow are ye wawking V' 
^uld Garle, your Suit give o'er, 

Youi* Love lies a' in tawking* Gi*e 



Gi'e me the Lad that's young and tight* 

Sweetlike an April Meadows 
'Tis fie as he can blefs the Sight 

And JBofom of a Widow. 

" O Widow, wilt thou let me in, 

«' I'm pawky, wife and thrifty, 
¥ And come of a right gentle Kin » ; 

'■ I'm little mair than fifty." 
Daft Carle, dir your Mouth, 

Whatfigntfies how pawky, 
Or gentle born ye be,- —hot Youth, 

In Love youYe but a Gawky. 

" Then, Widow, let thefe Guineas fpeak, 

" That powerfully plead clinkan, 
f And if they fail, my Mouth IMlftcek,, 

" And nae mair Love will think:on." 
Thele court indeed, I maun confefs, 

I think they make you young, Sir, 
And ten times better can exprefs 

Affe&ion^ than your Tongue, Sir. 



The Peremptor Lover* 
To the Tune of, Jahn Anderfm tny J*. 

3l T* I S not your Beauty, nor your Wit a 

JL That can my Heart obtain i_ 
For they cou'd never conquer yet 

Either my Bread or Brain : 
For if you'll not prove kind to me, 

And true as heretofore, 
Henceforth I'll fcorn your Slave to be 

OrdoatuoonwQumore. Think 



C i6z } 

Think not my Fancy to o'ercomej 

By proving thus unkind j 
No fmoothed Sight, nor fmiling Frown, ' 'jfl 

Can fatisfy my Mind. 
Pray let Platonicksyiay fueh Pranks, 

Such Follies I deride, 
For Love, at lead, I will have Thanks, V 

Andfomethinselfe befide. 



*&■ 



Then open heartedbe with me, 

As I fhall be with you, 
And let our Actions be as free 

As Virtue will allow. 
If you'll prove loving, I'll prove kind, 

If true, I'll conftant bej 
If Fortune chance to change your Mind, 

I'll turn as foon as you. 

Since our Affections well ye know, ' 

In equal Terms do (land, 
JTisin yourPowertolove or no 9 

Mine's likewife in my Hand. 
Difpenfe with your Aufterity, 

Unconflancy abhor, 
Or, by great Cupid's Deity, 

I'll never love you more. Q. 



Whafs that to you. 

To the Tune of, The glancing of her Afrw* 

MY jto_v and I have toil'd 
The live lang Simmer Day, 
9 Till we amaift were fpoil'd, 

At making of the Hay: Her- 



(Mii 

Her Kurchy was of Holland clear, 

Ty'd on her bony Brow, 
I whifper'd fome thing in her Ear ; 

But what's that to you ? 

Her Stockings were of Kerfey green. 

As tight as ony Silk: 
O iic a Leg was never feen, 

Her Skin was white as Milk 5 
Her Hair was black as ane cou'dwiCh, 

Andfweet, fweet washer Moil, 
O! ^enny daintylie can kifs j 

But what's thai to you \ 

The Rofe and Lilly baith combine, 

To make my Jeany fair, 
There is na Bennifon like mine, 

I have amaift nae Care j 
Only I fear my Jenny's Face 

May caufc mae Men to rew, 
And that may gar me fay, Alas! 

But what's that to you > 

Conceal thy Beauties, if thoucany... 

Hide that fweet Face of thine, 
That I may only be the Man 

Enjoys thefe Looks divine. 
O do not proflitute, my Dear, 

Wonders to common view, 
And I with faithful Heart fhall fwear. 

For ever to be true. 

King Solomon had Wives anew, 

Andmonya Concubine 1 
But I enjoy a Blifs mair true, 

His Joys were fhortof minej 

Aai 



( 1*4-) 

And Sfeany's happier than they, 

She feldom wants her Due, 
All Debts of Love to her I pay,. 

And what's that to you ? Qt 



S O N G, 

To the Ahfint Florind a. 
To the Tune of, Jgtteen of Shchz's Mmk, 

OME, Flor'mda, lovely Charmer^. 

Come and fix this wav'ring Heart, 
Letthofe Eyes my Soul rekindle, 
E're I feel fome foreign Dart. 

Come and with thy Smiles fecure ms* 
If this Heart be worth thy Care, 
Pavour'd by my dear Fior'mda, 
I'll be true, as fhe is fair. 

Thoufand Beauties trip around me* 
And my yielding Breaft aflail j 
Come andtake me to thy Bofom, 
E're my conftant Paflion fail. 

Come, and like the radiant Morning^ 
On my Soul ferenely fhine, 
Thenthofe glimmering Stars fhall vanifk* 
Itoft in the Splendor more divine. 



Long 



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Long this Heart has been thy Vi&irj3 9 
Long has felt the pleafing Pain ; 
Come, and with an equal Paflion 
Make it ever thine remain* 

Then, my Charmer, I can promife, 
If our Souls in Love agree, 
None in all the upper Dwellings 
Shall be happier than we» 



A Bacchanal SONG. 

To the Tune of, Add Sir Symon the King, 

GOME here's to the Nymph that I love a 
Away ye vain Sorrows, away ; 
Far, far from my Bofom be gone, 
All there fhall bepleafantandgay. 

Far hence be the Sad and the Penfivei 
Come fill up the GlafTes around, 
We'll drink till our Faces be ruddy, 
And all our vain Sorrows are di-own'd* 

9 Tis done, and my Fancy's exulting 
With every gay blooming Defire, 
My Blood with brisk Ardour is glowing, 
Soft Pleafures my Bofom infpire. 

My Soul now to Love is difTolving," 
Oh Fate ! had I here my fair Charmer, 
I'd clafp her, I'd clafp her (b eager. 
Of all her Difdain I'd dUarm her. 



Sac 



( t& ) 

But hold, what has Love to do here 
With his Troops of vain Cares in Array, 
Avauntidle penfive Intruder,™ ■ ■■ 
He triumphs, he will not away. 

I'll drown him, comegivemea Bumper* 
Young Cupid, here's to thy Confufion . - 
Now, now, he's departing, he's van qui fh'd, 
Adieu to his anxious Delufion. 

Come, jolly God Bacchus here's to thee, 
Huzza Boys, huzza Boys, huzza. 
Sing 16, fing Id to Bacchus" < -* 

Hence all ye dull Thinkers withdraw. 

Come, what fhould we do but be jovial, 
Cometuneup your Voices and fingi 
What Soul is Co dull to be heavy, 
When Wine fets our Fancies on Wing. 

Come, Begafus lies in this Bottle, 
He'll mount us, he'll mount us on high, 
Each of us a gallant young Perfeus, 
Sublime well afcend to the Sky. 

Come mount, or adieu, I arife, 
In Seas of wide /Ether I'mdrown'd, 
The Clouds far beneath me are (ailing, 
I fee the Spheres whirling around. 

What Darknefs, what Rattling is this. 
Thro' Chaos, dark Regions I'm hurl'd, 

And now, Oh my Head it is knockt 

Upon fome confounded new World. 



Now, 



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Now, now thcfe dark Shades are retiring, 

See yonder bright blazes a Star, 

Where am I? ,. behold the Empyrdum, 

With flaming Light ftreaming from far. I. W. Q. 



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To Mrs. A. C. 
A SONG. 

To the Tune of, All m the Domisl 

MEN Beauty blazes heavenly bright, 
The Mufe can no more ceafe to fing, 



Than can the Lark with rifing Light, 
Her Notes negleft with drooping Wing. 
The Morning mines, harmonious Birds mount high 
The dawning Beauty fmiles, and Poets fly. 

Young Annie's budding Graces claim 

The infpiVd Thoughts and f oftcft Lays,' 
And kindle in the Breafta Flame, 

Which rauft be vented in her Praife. 
Tell us, ye gentle Shepherds, have you feen 
E'er one fo like an Angel tread the Green? 

Ye Youth, be watchful of your Hearts, 

When fhe appears take the Alarm : 
Love on her Beauty points his Darts, 
And wings an Arrow from each Charm. 
Around her Eyes and Smiles the Graces /port, 
And to her fnowy Neck and Breads reforr. 



Bttt 



( i«8 > 

But vain muft every Caution prove,' 

Whenfuch inchantingSweetneis finned 
The wounded Swain mull yield to Love, 
And wonder, tho' he hopelefs pines. 
Such Flames the foppifh Butterfly Qiou'd (hun^ 
•The Eagle's only fit to view the Sun. 

She's as the opening Lilly fair, 

Her lovely Features are complete $ 
Whilfl Heav'n indulgent makes her marc 
With Angels, all that's wife and fweet. 
Thefe Virtues which divinely deck her Mind„ 
Exalt each Beauty of th' inferior Kind. 

Whether fl»e love the ruralScenes; 

Or fparkle in the airy Town, 
© ! happy he her Favour gains, 
Unhappy! if me on him frown^ 
The Mufe unwilling quits the lovely Themei 
Adieu fhe fings, and thrice repeats her Name. 



A Pafioral SONG. 
To the Tune of, My Apron Deary. 



Jamie. \ 

WH I L E our Flocks' are a feeding, 
And we're void of Care, 
Come, Sandy, let's tune 
l To.praifeof the Fair 2 



( Itfp ) 

for infpiYd by my Sufie, 

Fllfinginfuch Lays, 
That Pan, were he Judge, 

Muft alio w me the Bays; 

S A N D $ 
While under this Hawthorn 

We lie atourEafe a 
By a mufica! Stream, 

And refrefh'dbytheBrtezt 
Of a Zephyr fo gentle, 

Yes, Jamie, I'll try 
For to match you and Sufie, 

Dare Kane and I. 

J A M IS. 
Oh! my Sufie, foloveIy 5 

She's without Compare, 
She's fo comely, fogood, 

And Co charmingly fair s 
Sure, the Gods were at Pa«lf 

To make fo complete 
ANyraph, that for Love 

There was ne'er one fo meet. 
5 A N D T. 
Oh.» my Katie, fo bright, 

She's fo witty and gay, 
tove join'd with the Graces, 

Around her Looks play $ 
In her Mein flic's fo graceful, 

In her Humour fo free 5 
Sure the Gods never fram'd 

A Maid fairer than fhe. 

J A Ml E. 
Hud my Sufie been there 

• When the Shepherd declared 
For the Lady of Lemnos, 

She had ioft his Regard : 

H Aat 



( *70 > 

£nd o'ercome by a Prefence 

More beauteoufly bright, 
He had own'd her undone, 
As the Darknefs by Light. 

SANDY. 
Not fair Helen of Greece, 

Nor all the whole Train, 
Either of real Beauties, 

Or thofe Poets feign, 
Cou'd be match'd with myKtth, 
Whofe every fvveet Charm* 
Jrfay conquer belt Judges, 

And coldeft Hearts warm. 

JAMIE. 
Neither Riches or Honour, 

Or any thing great, 
Do I ask of the Gods, 

But that this be my Fate, 
Thatmy£«/fctoall 

My kind Wilkes comply j 
For with her wou'd I live, 
And with her I wou'd die. 

SAND r. 
If the Fates give me Katie, 

And her I enjoy, 
I have all my Defires, 

Nought can me annoy j 
For my Charmer has every 
Delight in fuch (lore, 
She'll make me more happy. 
Than Swain e'er before. 



Zovs ^ 



tip ) 

Love will find out the way! 

OVER the Mountains, 
And over the Waves, 
Over the Fountains, 

And under the Graves : 
Over Floods that are deepelt, 

Which do Neptune obey $ 
Over Rocks that are fteepeft, 

Love will find out the Way. & 

Where there Is no Place 

For the Glow-worm to Iy $ 
Where there is no Space, 

For Receit of a Fly ,♦ 
Where the Midge dares not venture; 

Leftherfelf fair me lay; 
But if Love come, he will enter, 

And foon find out his Way. 

You may efteem him 

A Child in his Forcej 
Or you may deem him 

A Coward, which is worfe : 
But if fhe, whom Love doth honour* 

Be conceal'd from the Day, 
Seta thoufand Guards upon her, 

Love will find out the Way, 

Some think to lofe him, j y* fc 

Which is too unkind; ' 

And fome do fuppofe him, 
Poor Thing, to be blind: 



( 17*) 

But if ne'er fo clofs ye wall him, 
Do the beft that ye may, 

Blind Love, ii fo ye call him, 
He will find out the Way. 

You may train the Eagle 

To ftoop to your Fift ; 
'Or you may inveagle 

The Phoenix of the Eaft j 
The Lionefs, ye may move her 

To give over her prey : 
But you'll never flop a Lover* 

He will find out his Way. 



A S O N G. 

To the Tune of. Throw the Wood Laddie* 

AS earlylwalk'd, on the firftof fweetM/^, 
Beneath a fteep Mountain, 
Befide a clear Fountain, 
I heard a grave Lute foft Melody play, 
Whilft the Eccho refcunded the dolorous Lay. 

iliften'dandlook'd, and fpy'd ayoung Swain, 

WiihAfpe<adiftrefled, 

And Spirits oppreiTed, 
Seem'd clearing afrefh.. like the Sky after Rain, 
And thus he difcover'd how he ftrave with his Pain, 

Tho' Eliza be coy, why fliou'd I repine, 
That a Maid much above me, 
Vouchfates not to loyg me ? 



ta 



c m ) 

In her hfgh Sphere of Worth I never could fhine* 
Then why mould I leek todebafe her to mine? 

No! henceforth Efteem fhall govern my Defire,. 

And in du§ Subjection, 

Retain warm Affection ; 
To fhew that Self-love inflames not my Fire, 
And that no other Swain can more humbly admire. 

When Faffion mail ceafe to rage in my Breaft> 

Then Quiet returning, 

Sbalihufh my (ad Mourning* 
And Lord of myfelf, in abfoluteReft, 
I'll hug the Condition which Heaven (hall think beft. 

Thus Friendfhip unmix'd, and wholly refiii'd, 

May ftili be refpe&ed, 

Tho' Love is reje&ed s 
Eliza fhallown, tho' to Love not incfin'd, 
That fhe ne'er had a Friend like her Lover refign^d. 

May the fortunate Youth, who hereafter fhall wo* 

With profp'rous Endeavour, 

And gam her dear Favour, 
Know as well as 1, what t* Eliza is due, 
Be much more deferving, but never lefs true.. 

WhilftI, difengag'd from all amorous Cares s 

Sweet Liberty tailing, 

On calmefl Peace feafting ; 
Employing my Reafon to dry up my Tears* 
In Hopes of Heav'ns Bliflfes I'll fpend my few Yeai& 

T&c Powers that preildeo*ervertuous Lore, 
Come aid me with Patience, 
L To bear my Vexations 5 



(174) 

With equal Defires my flutt'ring Heartmove; 
With Sentiments pureft, my Notions improve: 

If Love in his Fetters e'er catch me again, 

May Courage protect me, 

And Prudence direct me $ 
Prepar'd for all Fates, rememb'ringthe Swam, 
Who grew happily wile, after loving in vain. 



R © b ' s Jock. 

A very auldB alia?'. 

RO B'sjock cam to woo our fenny, 
OnaeFeaft Day when we werfouj 
She brankit fafl: and made her bony, 
And laid, Jock, come ye here to woo? 
She burnift her baith Breaft and Brou, 
g&nd made her cieer asony Clock $ 

Then fpak her Dame, and fa id* I troll 
Ye com till woo our Jenny > Jock. 

Jock raid, Forfuith I yern fu' fain, 

To luk my Head and fit down by you 1 
Then fpak her Minny, and faid again, 

My Bairn has Tocher enough togie you. 

Tehie! qo Jenny, fefek, kiek, I fee you: 
Minny, yon Man maksbut a Mock. 

Deil hae the Liars— -iu lies me o' you,, 
I com to woo your Jenny, qo Jock. 

Hiy Bairn has Tocher of her awin ; 

AGufe, aGryce, a Cock and Hen, 
^Stirk, aStaig, an Acre-fawin, 

A Bak bread and a Bannock-ftane j 



( *7T ) 

A Pig, a Pot, and a Kirn there ben, 
AKame-but andaKamingStockj 

With Coags and Luggies nine or ten : 
Gomyetowooour jfatftfy, $ock* 

A Wechr, a Peet-Creel and a Cradle, 

A Pair of Clips, a Graip, a Flail, 
An Ark, an Ambry, and a Ladle, * 

A Milfie, and a fowine Pale, 

A roufty Whittle to flieer the Kail, 
And a Timber Mell the Beer to knock, 

Tvva Shelf s made of an auld Fir Dale ; 
Comyetowooour Jenny, ^oekl 

AFurm, aFurlet, and a Peck, 

A Rock, a Reel, and a Wheel-Band, 
A Tub, a Barrow, andaSeck,_ 

A&purtil braid, and ane Elwand. 

Then Jock took Jenny be the HancF, 
And cry*d, a Feaft r! and flew a Cock, 

And made a Brydal upo* Land, 
Now have I got your Jenny, qo Jock. 

Now Dame, I have your Doughter marri'd, 

And tbo ye mak it ne'er fae tOBgh, 
I let you wit (he's naemif carried, 

Its weel kend I have Gear enough : 

Ane auld gawd Gloyd fell owre a Heugn, 
A Spade, a Speer, a Spur, a Sock; 

Withouten CKvfen I have a Pleugh : 
May that no fer your Jenny, qvjock ! 

A Treen Tnmcher, a Ram-Horn Spoon, 

Tvva Buits or barkit blafint Leather, 
A'Graiththat ganesto coble Shoon, 

And a Thrawcmiick to twy ne a Teather, 

H 4. Tvva 



( *7<S ) 

Twa Croks that moup amang the heathy. ] 
A Pair of Branks, and a Fetter- Lock, 

A teugh Purfe made of a Swine's Blather,. 
To had your Tocher, Jenny, qpjock* 

©ood Elding for our Winter Fire, 

A Cod of Caff wad fill a Cradle, 
A Rake of Iron to clat the Bire, 

A Deuk about the Dubs to padle, 

_ThePanneIof an auldXed-fadle, 

And Rob my Ecm hecht me a Stock, 

Twa lufty Lips to lick a Ladle. 
May thir nogane your Jenny, cpjockl 

A Pair ef Hames and Brecbom Sne>, 

And without Bittsa Bridle-renzie, 
A Sark made of the Linkome Twine, 

AgaygreenCloke thatwill notftenzie^ 

Mair yet in Store — —I needna fenzie, 
Five hundred Flaes, a fendy Flock, 

And are notthae awakrife Menzie, 
To gae t o Bed with Jenny -and Jock ? 

Tak thir for my Part of the Feaft, 

Itisweelknawin lani weelbodin: 
Teneed not fay my Part is lead, 

Wer they as meikle as they'r lodin. 

The Wife fpeerd gin the Kail was fodin. 
When we have done, takhamethe Brokj 

The Roil was teugh as Raploch Hodin, 
"With which they feafted Jemy and Jock. Z, 

SON©. 



( *77 ) 
S O N G, 

To the Tune of, A Rock and a weeftckU T*u\ 

I Have a green Purfe and a wee pickle Gowd, 
A Bony Piece Land and Planting on't, 
It fattens my Flocks, and my Bairns it has ftowd 5. 
But the beft Thing of a's yet wanting on't : 
To grace it, and trace it, 
And gic me Delight 5 
To blefs me, and kifs me, 
And comfort my Sight, 
With Beauty by Day, and Kindnefs by Night, 
And nae mair my lane gang fauntring on't. 

My Chrifty [he's charming, and good as (he's fairs 

Her Een and her Mouth are inchanting iweet, 
$hs fmiles me on Fire, her Frowns gie Defpair t 
I love while my Heart gaes panting wi't. 
Thou faireft, and deareft, 
Delight of my Mind, 
L Whofe gracious Embraces 

By Heaven were defign'd; 
For happieftTtanf ports, and Bleilesrerl n'd, 
Nae langer delay thy granting Sweet. 

For thee, Bony Chrifty, my Shepherds and Hynrfs, 

Shall carefully make the Year's Dainties thine: 
Thus freed f'vaelaigh Care, while Love tills our Minds 
Our Days (hall with Pleafure and Plenty mine., 
Then hear me, and c hear me, 
Withfmiling Confent, 
Believe me, and give me 
No Caufe to lament, 
Since 1 ne'er can be happy, till thou fay. Content, . 
I'vipleas'd with my Jamifj and he (hall be mine. 

H jf SONG, 



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SONG. 

To hs am Tune. 

AL T H O' I be but a Country Late, 
Yet a lofty Mind I bear — 0> 
And think my fell as good as rhofe 

Tha; rich Apparel wear—- O. 
Altho' my Gown be hame-fpun Gray* 

My Skin it is as faft — O, 
As them that Satin Weeds do wear, 
And carry their Heads alaft ,0. 

JWhat tho' I keep my Father's Sheep, 

The thing that muft be done-— Oi 
With Garlands of the fined Flowers, 

To {hed me frae the Sun— — O : 
k When they are feeding pleafantly, 

Where Grafs and Flowers do fpting— Oj 
Then on a flowne Bank at Noon, 

1 fet me down and fing — O. 

Tl/tf Paifly Piggy, cork'd with Sage, 

Contains my Drink but thin*— — O s 
Ho Wines do e'er my Brain enrage, 

Or tempt my Mind to fin—— Oj 

$dy Country Curds, and Wooden Spoon^ 

I think themunco fine O a 

And on a flowry Bank at Noon, 

I fetrae down and dine— O. 

Altho' my Parents cannot raife 

Great Bags of mining Gold— O," 
Like them whafe Daughters now-a-days, 1 

Like Swine are bought and fold— O y Yet 



( i'fc ) 

Yet my fair Body, it fhall keep 
An honeft Heart within O $ 

And for twice Fifty thoufand £rowa£ 
I value not a Prin O. 

I ufe nae Gums upon my Hair, 

Nor Chains about my Neck O, 

Nor mining Rings upon my Handfr, 

My Fingers (height to deck Oj 

But for that Lad to me (hall fa*, 

And I have Grace to wed ™ ■ »Q, 
I'll keep a Jewel worth them a', 

1 mean my Meadenhead— — O. 

If canny fortune give to me, 

The Man I dearly love— O, 
Tho' we want Gear, I dinna care, 

My Hands I can improve— O, 
Expecting for a Bleffing ftill, 

Defcendingfrom above- — O, 
Then we'll embrace, and fweetly kifs, 

Repeating Tales of Love O. 



Waljy waly, gin Love he bwj* 

OWaly, waly, upon the Bank/ 
And waly, waly down the Brae P 
And waly, waly yon Burn-Side, 

Where I and my Love wont to ga«, 
Ilean'd my Back unto an Aik, 

I thought it was a trufty Tree, 
Eutfirftitbow'd andfyne itbrak, 
Sae my true Love did lightly me, 



O 



( m y 

waly, waly, but Love be bony, S 

A little Time while it is new, 
Bur when 'tis auld it waxeth cauld, 

And fades away like Morning Dew. 
G wherefore fhou'd I busk my Head ? 

Or wherefore fhou'd I kamemy Haiiy 
Tor my true Love has me forfook, 

And fays he'll never love me mair. 

Mow Arthur-Seat fliall be my Bed, 

The Sheets fhall ne'er be fyl'd by me,' 
Saint Anton's Well (hall be my Drink, 

Since my true Love has forfaken me. 
Martinmas Wind, when wilt thou blaw, 

And make the green Leaves off the T>ee * 
O gentle Deaths when wilt thou come, 

For of my Life I am weary.. 

Tis net the Froft 'that freezes fell, 

Nor blowing Snaw's Inclemency ;. 
Tis not fie Cauld that makes my Cry, 

Slut my Love's Heart grown cauld to mt* 
{When we came in by Glafgaw Town, 

We were a comely Sight to fee y 
My Love was chd in black Velvet, 

And \ my (ell in Cramafia. 

But had I wift before I kifs'd, 

That Love had been fae ill to win," 
Td lock'd my Heart in a Cafe of Gold, 

And pin'd it with a Silver Pin. 
€>hoh! it my young Babe were born, 

And fet upon the Nurf e's Knee^. 
And I my fell were dead and gang, 

For a Maid again I'll never be, 11 

The 



( 1*1 )'. 



The Loving Lafs and Spinmng-wheeh 



A.V. 



J fat at my Spinning-wheel, 
J\ A bony Lad was patting by : 
1 vievv'd him round, and lik'd him weel 9 a 
For Trouth he had a glancing Eye. 

My Heart new panting, 'gan to feel,, 

But ftill I turn'd my Spinning-wheel. 

With Looks all Kindnefs he drew near, 
And ftill mair lovely did appear 5 
And round about my (lender Wafte 
He clafp'd his Arms, and me embrac'd : . 

To kifs my Hand, fyne down did kneel^ 

As I fat at my Spinning-wheel. 

My Milk-white Hands he did extol, 
And prais'd my Fingers Jang andfmall, 
And faid, There was nae Lady fair 
That ever cou'd with me compare. 

Thefe words into my Heart siid fteeL, 

But ftill 1 turn'd my Spinning-wheeL... 

Altho'I feemingly did chide, 
Yet he wad never be deny'd, 
But ftill declar'd his Love the mair, 
Until my Heart was wounded fair : 

That I my Love cou'd fcarce conceal, 

Yet ftill I turn'd my Spinning-wheel. 

My Hanks of Yarn, my Rock and Reel 

My Winnels and my Spinning-wheel , 

He bid me leave themallwith Speed, 

And. gang with hirn to yonder Mead : M$ 



( »8i ) 

My y ielding Heart ftrange Flames did feel. 
Yet ftill I turn'd my Spianing-wheel. 

About my Neck his Arm he laid, 
And whilper'd, Rife my bony Maid, 
And with me to yon Hay-Cock go, 
I'll teach thee bettev Wark to do. 
In Trouth I'lbo'd the Motion weel, 
And loot alane my Spinning-wheel. 

Amang the pleafant Cocks of Hay, 

Then with my bony Lad I lay; 

"What Laffie, young and faft as I, 

Cou*d fie a handfonne Lad deny ? 
Thefe Pleafures I cannot reveal, 
That far furpaft the Spinning-wheel, 



A SONG, 

To the Time of, Woes my Heart that we JljotSdj under* 

ADIEU" ye pleafant Sports and Plays, 
Farewel each Song that was diverting y 
Love tunes my Pipe to mournful Lays, 
I ling of Delia and Damon's parting. 



Long had he lov'd, and long conceal'd 
The dear tormenting pleafant Pamon., 

Till Delia's Mildnefs had prevail'd, 
On hisi to mew his Inclination. 



Jul? 



( i8? ) 

Jttft as the Fair-one feem'd to give 

A patient Ear to his Love-Story, 
Damon muft his Delia. leave, 

To go in queft of toilfome Glory. 

Half-fpoken Words hang on his Tongue, 

Their Eyes retus'd the ufual Meeting 5 
And Sighs fupply'd their wonted Song, 

Theie charming Sounds were chang'dto weeping} 

Dear Idol of my Soul adieu i 

Ceafe to lament, but ne'er to love me, . 
While Damon lives, he lives for you, . 3 

No other Charms mall ever move me. 

Alas! who knows, when parted far 

From Delia, but you may deceive her ? 
The Thought deflroys my Heart with Care> 

Adieu, my Dear, I fear for ever* 

If ever I forget rny Vows, 

May then my Guardian Angel leave met 
And more to aggravate my Woes, 

Be you fo good as to forgive me. fi*. 



O V the Hills and far away* 

JO C K Y met with Jenny fair, 
Aft be the Dawning of the Day j 
iJut Jocky now is f u' of Care, 
Since Jenny Raw his Heart away s 



Altho? 



( i»4 ) 

Akho' Hie promised to be true* 

She proven has alake! unkind ; 

Which gars poor Jocky aften rue* 

That he e'er loo'd a fickle Mind. 

Andi/'j to'er the Hills and far away,, 
It's o'er the Hills and far away, 
It's o'er the Hills and far away, , 

The Wind has blawi my Plaid away. 

Now Jocky was a bony Lad, , 
As e'er was born in Scotland f "air j 
But now poor Man he's e'en gane wood/ 
Since Jenny has gart him defpair. 
Young Jocky was a Piper's Son, 
And fell in Love when he was young} 
But a' the Springs that he cou'd play, . 
v Wa$tfVr the Hills and far away,. 
Andit's o'er the Hills, &c. 

Be funs; ■ when firft my Jenny's Face 

I faw, me feem'd fee f u* of Grace, 
With meikle Joy my Heart was £11*4,. 
That's now alas 1 with Sorxow kill'd* 
©h ! was me but as true as fair, 
3 Twad pur an end to my defpair. 
Inftead of that fhe Is unkind, 
And wavers like the Winter-wind* 
And it's o'er the Hills, Sec. 

Ah ! cou'd Hie find the difmal Wae> 
That for her Sake I uwdergae, 
Shecoudna chufe but grant Relief, 
And put an End to a 5 my Grief % 
But oh! me is asfaufe as fair, 
JKhkh caufes a* my Sighs and Care.$ 



( i8y ) 

But fhe triumphs in proud Difdain,' 
And takes a Pleafure in my Pain, 
And it's o'er the Hills, Sec. 

Hard was my Hap to fa* in Love* 
With ane that does fo faithlefs prove. 
Hard was my Fate to court a Maid, 
That has my conftant Heart betray'd^ 
A thoufand times to me fhe fwai'e. 
She wad be true for evermair j 
But to my Grief alake I fay, 
She flaw my Heart, and ran away* 
And it's o'er the Hills, £cc. 

Since that fhe will naePity take* 
I maun gae wander for her fake, 
And, m ilk Wood and gloomy Grove, 
I'll fighing fing, Adieu to Love ; 
Since fhe isfaufe whom I adore, 
pi never truft a Woman more : 
Frae a' their Charms I'll flee away, 
And on my Pipe I'll fweetly play. 
O'er Hills and Dales, and far away, 
Out o'er the Hills and f&r away , 
Out o'er the Hills and 'far away 
The Wind has blsmn my Plaid away. 



Jenny Nettles. 

SA W ye Jenny Nettles, 
Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, 
Saw ye Jenny Nettles 
Coming frae the Market y 



Sag 



( iSs ■)• 

Bag and Baggage oft her Back, 
Her Fee and Bountith in her Lap 

Bag and Baggage on her Sack, 
And a Babie in her Oxteiv 



Imet ayont the Kairny, 

Jenny Nettles, Jenny Net tie s r . 
Singing till her Bairny, 

Robin Rattle's Baftard ; 
To flee the Dool upo' the Stool, 

And ilka ane mat mocks her, 
She round about feeks Robin out, 

To flap it in his Oxter. 

Fy, fy ! Robin Rattle, 

Robin Rattle, Robin Rattle | 
Fy, fy! Robin Rmle, 

Ufe Jenny Nettles kindly s 
Score out the Blame, and fhun the Shame, 

And without mair Debate o't, 
Take hame your Wain, make Jenny tain 9 . 

The leal and leefome Gate o't. 



Jocky'sfouznd Jemy'stein* 



JOCKT fou, Jenny fain,. 
fenny was naeill to gain, 
She was couthy, he was kind, 
And thus the Wooer tell'd his Mind, 

Jenny I'll nae mair be Nice, 
Gi'eme Love atony Price r 



( **?■■) 

I winna prig for Red or Whyt, 
Love alane can gi'e Delyt*. 

Others feek they kenna what, 
In Looks, in Carriage, and a' that t 
Give me Love, for her I court : 
Love in Love makes a* the Sport. 

Colours mingl'd nnco fine, 
Common Motives langfinfyne, 
Never can engage my Love, 
Until my Fancy firft approve. 

It is na Meat but Appetite 

That makes our Eating a Dely 1 5 

Beauty is at beft, Deceits 

Fancy only kens nae Cheat. Q* 



Leader Haughs and Tarrow. 

WHEN Phoebus bright the Azure Skies- 
With golden Rays enlightneth, 
He makes all Nature's Beauties rife, f 

Herbs, Trees, and Flowers he quickneth; 
Amongft all thof e he makes his Choice, j J 

And with Delight goes thorow, 
With radiant Beams and Silver Streams, 
Are Leader Haughs and Xarrow , . 

When Aries the Day and Night, 

In equal Length dividetk, 
Auld ko fry Saturn takes his Flight, 

fclae longer he abidcth ; 

!Fh$sb 



( *88) 

Then Tlora Queen, with Mantle greefi*. 

CaftsafF her former Sorrow, 
And vows to dwell with Ceres fell, 

In Leader Haughs and Tarrow, 

Fan playing on his Aiten Reed, 

And Shepherds him attending, 
Do here refort their Flocks to feed, 

The Hills and Haughs commending}. 
With Cur and Kent upon the Bent, 

Sing to the Sun, Good-morrow> 
And fwear nae Fields mair Pleafures yields 

Than Leader Haugbs and Tarrow, 

An Houfe there ftandson Leader Side, 

Surmounting my defcriving, 
With Rooms fae rare, and Windows fait 

Like Dedalus* contriving : 
Menpaffingby, doaftencry, 

In f ooth it hath nae Marrow § 
It ftands as lweet on Leader Side, 

As New-wark does on 2'arrow, 

A Mile below wha lifts to ride, 

They'll hear the Mavis finging 5 
Into St. Leonard's Banks flie'll bide, 

Sweet Birks her Head o'er hinging s 
The Lintwhite loud, and Vrogne proud, 

With tuneful Throats and narrow^ 
Into St. Leonard's Banks they fingj. 

As fweetly as in XArraw, 

The Lapwing lilteth o'er the Lee, 
With nimble Wings fhe fporteth s 

But vows fhe'll flee far frae theTree-J. 
Where fhilomel reforteth :: 



* 



< *8p )) 

By Break of Day the Lark can fajr, 

I'll bid you all good-morrow, 
I'll ftreek my Wing, and mounting fing. 

O'er Leader Haughs and Yarrow. 

park, Wantan-waws , and Wooden»tle»gK 

The Eaft and Weftern Mainjes, 
The Wood of Lauder's fair eneugb, 
. The Corns are good in Blainjhes, 
Where Aits are fine, and fald be kind, 

That if ye fearch all therow 
Mearns, Buchm, Mar* nane better are 

Than Leader Haughs or Yarrow. 

InBttrn, Mill-Bog, and Whifftade Shaws* 

The fearful Hare me haunteth, 
Brig-haugh t and Brade-woed-ftikl (he kaaws, 

And Chapel-wood frequenteth : 
Yet when (lie irks, to Katdjly Birks 

She rins, and fighs for Sorrow, 
That fhe fhou'd leave fweet Leader Haughs 3 

And cannot win to Yarrow* 

WhatfweeterMuflckwadye hear, 

Than Hounds and Beigles crying ? 
The ftarted Hare rins hard with Fear, 

Upon her Speed relying } 
Sut yet her Strength it falls at lengths 

Nae Beilding can fhe borrow 
In Sorrel's Field, deck man or Hag's, 

And fighs to be in Yarrow. 

for Rockwood, King-wood, Spoty, Shag, 
With Sight and Scent' purfue her. 

Till ah! her Pith begins to flag, 
^Nae Cunning can refcue her : 



@'er 



O're Dub and Dyke, o'er Seugh and Syke 
She'll rin the Fields all thorow, 

Till fail'd (he fa's in Leader Haughs, 
And bids f arewel to Yarrow. 

Sing EJfiftgtonznd Cow den-knows, 

Where Homes had anes commanding,- 
And Dry-grange with thy milk-white Ews, 

3 Twixtr#m/and Leader Handing : 
The Bird that flees throw Reedpath Trees, 

And Gledfwood Banks ilk Morrow, 
May chant and fing, fweet Leader Eaugbs* 

And bonyHowmsof Yarrow. 

But roinftrel Burn cannot aflwage 

HisGrief, while Life enduretb, 
To fee the changes of this Age, 

That fleeting Time procureth $ 
For rnony a Place Hands in hard Cafe> 

Where blyth Fowk kend nae Sorrow, 
With Homes that dwelt on Leader Side, 

And Scots that dwelt on Yarrow. 



For the Sake of Somebody, 

FOR the Sake of Somebody, 
For the Sake of Somebody, 
I cou'd wake a Winter Night, 
Forthe Sake of Somebody. 
I am gawn to feek a Wife, 

I am gawn to buy a Plaidy ^ 
I have three Stane of Woo, 

Catling, is thy Doughter ready ? 
Worths Sake of Somebody, &c, 

Betty* 



"Betty, La fly, fay't thy fell, 

Tho* thy Dame be ill to fhoo a 
Firft we'll buckle, then we'll tell, 

Let her flyte and fyne come too s 
WhatfignifiesaMither'sGloom, 

When Love and KifTes come in play \ 
$h@u'd we wither in our Bloom, 

And in Summer make nae Hay f 
For the Sake of, &c. 

She. 

Bony Lad, Icarenaby, 

Tho' I try my Luck with thee,' " 

Since ye are content to tye, 

The HafF-mark Bridal Band wi* me^ 
I'll flip hame and wafb my Peer, 

And fteal on Linnings fair and clean, 
•Syne at the tryfting Place we'll meet, ' $ 

To do but what my Dame has done. 
Wort be Sake of, Sec. 

He; 

^Tow my lovely Betty gives 

Confent in fie a heartfome Gate,' 
It me frae a' my Care relieves, 

And Doubts that gart me aft look Mate { 
Then let us gang and get the Grace, 

For they that have an Appetite 
Shou'd eat : .And Lovers fhould embrace j 

If thefe be Faults, 'tis Nature's Wyte« 
£or the Sake of> &c. 



Norland 



( w ) 

Norland Jocky and Southland Jenny, 

A Southland fenny that was right bony, 
Had for a Suitor a Norland Johny ^ 
But he was fican a bafhfu' Wooer, 
That he cou'd fcarcely (peak unto her, 
Till Blinks of her Beauty and Hopes o'ber Siller, 
Forc'd him at laft to tell his Mind till her. 
My Dear, quoth he, we'll nae langer tarry, 
Gin ye can loo me, let's o'er the March, and marry. 

She. 
Come, come away then, my Norland Laddie, 
Tho' wegangneatly, feme aremair gawdy^ 
And abeit I have neither Gowd nor Money, 
Come, and I'll wear my Beauty on thee. 

He. 
YeLafTes 6 f of the South, ye'rea'for dreiTIng; 
Laffes of the North mind milking and threfn*ng : 
My Minny wad be angry, andlfae wad my Daddy, 
Shou'd I marry ane as dink as a Lady. 
For I maun bae a Wife that will rife in the Morning, 
Crudle a' the Milk, and keep the Houfe a fcaulding, 
To lie with her Nibours, and learn at my Minny, 
A Norland Jockj maun hae a Norland Jimy* 

She. 
MyFather's only Daughter and twenty thoufand Pound 
Shall never be beftow'd on fie a filly Clown ; 
For a' that I faid was to try what was in ye, 
Gaehame ye Norland Jock, and court your Norland 
J^nny. £. 

The 



(iP3) 

The auld yellow-half d Ladk* 

T'4 E yellow-hair'd Ladle fat down on yon Brjei, 
Crys, milk the Ews Lafly, let nane oi them gae $ 
And ay me milked, and ay Ihe fang, 
Ike yellow-hair'd Ladie/hall be my Goodman, 
And ayjhe milked, &c. 

The Weather is cauld, and my Claithing Is this ; 
The Ews are new clipped, they winna bught ins 
They winna bught in tho' I fhou'd die, 
O yellow hair'd Ladie, be kind to me : 
They winna bught in, &c. 

The Goodwife cries butt the Houfe, Jenny, come b en, 
The Cheefe is to mak, and the Butter's to kirn. 
Tho' Butter and Cheefe, and a' mould four, 
rilcrack and kifs \vi* my Love ae hafFHour ; 
It'saehaff Hour, and we's e'en mak it three, 
For the yellow-hair'd Laaie my Husband ihail be; 

z: 



SONG. 

To the Tune of, Booth's Minmts 

FK\ Rf Sweet and Young, receive a Prize, 
Refevv'd for your victorious Eyes : 
From Crowds whom at your Feet you fee, 
Oh I pity, and diftinguifti me. 

1 No 



C *P4 ) 

No Graces can your Form improve ; 
But all are loft unlefs you love .• 
If that dear Paflion you disdain, 
Your Charms and Beauty are in vain. 



The Generous Gentleman. 

A SANG, to the Tune of, The bony Zafs ofBrtnkfm., 

AS I came in by Truiot Side, 
And by the Braes of Brank'fito, 
There fir ft I faw ray bony Bride, 

Young, fmiling, fweetand handfom : 
Her Skin was (after than the Down, 

And white as Alabafter j 
Her Hair a mining wavy Bfown; 
In Straightnefs naae fwp&fk her. 

Life glow'd upon her Lip and Cheek, 

Her clear Een were furprifing, 
And beautifully turn'd her Neck, 

Her little Breafts juft rifing : 
Nae Silken Hofe with Goofhets fine, 

Or Shoon with glancing Laces, 
On her fair Leg, forbad to mine* 

Well fhapen native Graces. 

Ae little Coat, and Bodice white, 

Was Sum of a' her Claithingj 
Even thef e o'er mickle j mair Deiyte 

She'd given cled wi'naithing I 



Site 



( *9S ) 

She IeanM upon a flowry Brae 

By which a Burny troted.j 
On her I glow'd my Saul away, 

While on her Sweets I doated. 

A thoufand Beauties of Def ert, 

Before had fcarce alarm'd me, 
'Till this dear Artlefsftruck my Heart, 

Andbotdefigning, charm'dme. 
Hurry'd by Love, clofe to my Breail 

I grafp'd this Fund of Bliffes j 
v Wha fmil'd, andfaid, without a Prieft, 

Sir, hope for nought but KuTes. 

I had nae Heart to do her Harm, 

And yet I coudna want her > 
J\yhat me demanded, flka Charm 

Of hers pled, I fhould grant her. 
SinceHeavenhaddealttomea Rowth," 

Straight to the Kirk I led her, 
There plighted her my Faith and TrowtIV 

And a young Lady made her. 



The happy Clown. 

HOW happy is the Rural Clown, 
Who, far remov'd from Noife of Tow«* 
Contemns the Glory of a Crown, 

And, in his fafe Retreat, 
Is pleafed with his low Degree, 
Is rich in decent Poverty, 
From Strife, from Care and Bus'nefs free, 
At once baithgood and great ? 



( i 5 5 ) 

No Drums diftucb his Morning Sleep, 
He fears no Danger of the Deep, 
Nor noify Law, nor Courts ne'er heap 

Vexation on his Mind : 
No Trumpets rouze him to the War, 
No Hopes caikbribe, no Threats can dare j 
From State I ntrigues he holds afar, 

And liyeth unconfin'd. 

Like thofe in golden Ages born, 

He labours gently to adorn 

His fmall paternal Fields of Corn, 

And on their Produd feeds: 
Each Seafon of the wheeling Year j 
I nduftrious he improves with Care ; 
And ftill fome ripen'd Fruits appear. 

So well his Toil fucceeds. 

Now by a Silver Stream he lies, 
And angles with his Baits and Flies, 
And next the Silvan Scene he tries, 

His Spirits to regale : 
Now from the Rock or Height he views 
His fleecy Flock, or teeming Cows, 
Then tunes his Reed, or tries his Mule, 

That waits his honeftCall. 

Amidft his harmlefs eafy Joys, 

No Care his Peace of Mind deftroys, 

Nor does he pafs his Time in Toys, 

Beneath his j uft Regard ; 
He's fond to feel the Zephyr's Breez, 
To plant and fned his tender Trees j 
And for attending well his Bees, 

Enjoys the iweet Reward. 



The 



( 197 ) 

Theflow'ry Meads, and"filentCoves> 
The Scenes of faithful rural Loves* 
Aad warbling Birds on blooming Groves* 

Afford a wifh'd Delight i 
But O ! how pleafant is his Life, 
Bleft with a chafte and virtuous W^ife, 
And Children pratling, void of Strife, 

Around his Fire at Night ! X. 



Willy was a wanton Wag. 

T/ffll' L Y was a wanton Wag, 

** The blytheft Lad that e'er I law, 

At Bridals ft ill he bore the Brag, 

And carried ay the viree awa* : 
His Doublet was of Zetland Shag, 

And wow ! but Willy he was braw, 
And at his Shouder hang a Tag, 

That pleas'd the Laflesb.j tof a*. 

He was a M an without a Gag, 

His Heart was frank without a Flaw* 
And ay whatever Willy faid, 

It was flill haden as a Law. 
His Boots they were made of the Jag, 

When he went to the Weapon-Shaw* \ . 

Upon the Green nane durft him brag, 

The Feind a ane amang them a\ 

And was not Willy well worth Gowd ? 

He wan the Love of Great and Sma* 5 
For after he the Bride had kifs'd, 

He.kifs'd the Lafles hale-fale a\ 

I 3 Sae 



( ip8 ) 

Sae merrily round the Ring they row*d, 

When be the Hand he led them a', 
And Smack on Smack on them beftow'dj * t \ 

By Virtue of a Handing Law. 

And was na Willy a great Lotin, 

As fhyre a Lick as e'er was feen ? 
When he danc'd with the LafTes round, 

The Bridegroom fpeer'd where he had been, rf 
Quoth Willy, I've been at the Ring, 

With bobbing, faith my Shanks are fair $ 
Gae ca' your Bride and Maidens in t 

Fox Willy, hedowdo naemair. 

Then reft ye, Willy* 1*11 gae out, 

And for a wee fill up the Ring ; 
But, Shame light on hisfouple Snour^ 

He wanted Willy's wanton Fling. 
Then ftraight he to the Bride did fare, 

Says, well's me on your bony Face* 
With bobbing Willy's Shanks are fair, 

And I am come to fill his Place. 

Bridegroom, fhefiys, you'll fpoil the Da»ce^ 

And at the Ring you'll ay be lag, 
Unlefs like Willy ye advance , 

(O ! Willy has a wanton Leg) 
For wi't he learns us a* ta freer, 

And foremoft.ay bears up the Ring £ 
We will find aae fick dancing here, 

X£ we want Willy's wanton fling. 

W.W, 



CleliaV 



( 199 ) 

C l E l i A'y Reflexions on her felf for 
flighting Philander'* Love. 

To the Turn? of, The Gallant Shde-maker. 

YOUNG Philander woo'd melang, 
But I was peevifh, and forbad him, 
I wadrra tent his loving Sang, 

But now I wiflT, I wifh I had him : 

Ilk Morning when I view my Glafs, 

Then I perceive my Beauty going ; 

And when the Wrinkles feize the Face, 

Then we may bid adieu to wooing. 

My Beauty, ancs fae much admir'd, 

I find it fading faft, and flying; 
My Cheeks, which Coral like appear'J, 

Grow pale, the broken Blood decaying ; 
Ah ! we may fee our felves to be 

Like Summer Fruit that isunfhakerr, 
When ripe, they foon fall down and die, 

And by Corruption quickly taken. 

Ufe then your Time, ye Virgins fair, 

Employ your Day before 'tis evil > 
Fifteen is a Seafon rare, 

But five and twenty is the Devil. 
fuft when ripe, confent unto't, 

Hug nae mair your lanely Pillow j 
Women are like other Fruit, 

They lofe their Relifhwhen too mellow* 

If Opportunity be loft, 

You'll find it hard to be regained, 
Which now I may tell to my Coft, 

Tho' but my fell nane can be blamed .« 

I 4 If 



( 200 ) 
I£ the A your Fortune you refpect, 

Take the Occafton when it offers; i 

Nor a true Lover's Suit negled, 

Left ye be fcofPd for being Scoffers*' 

I, by his fond Expreflions, thought 

That in his Love he'd ne'er prove changing j. 
But now, alas! 'tis turn'd to nought, 

And, pad rny Hope, he's gane a ranging, 
Dear Maidens, then take my Advice, 

And let naCoynefs prove your Ruin? 
for if ye be o'er foolifh nice, 

Your Suitefs will give over wooing. 

Then Maidens auld you nam'd will be, 

And in that fretfu' Rank be number'ct 
jftslangasLifej and when ye die, 

With leading Ap«s be ever cumber'd i 
A Puniihmenr, and hated Brand, 

With which nane of us are contented j , 
Then be not wife behind tho-Hand, 

That the Miflake may be prevented. 



The young Ladies Thanks, to the repenting 
Virgin^ for her feafonable Advice* 

O Virgin kind ! we canna tell 
How many many Thanks we owe you» 
for pointing out to us fae well, 

Thefe very Rocks that did o'erthrow you 5 
And we your Leffqn fae fhall mind, 

That e'en tho' a'our Kin had fworc h, 
E'er we fhall be an Hour behind, 
We'll take a Year or twa before it, 

We'll 



(*0t ) 

We'll catch all Winds b!aw in our Sails. 

And ftill keep out our Flag and Pinnet -, 
If young Philander anes aflails 

To ftorm Loves Fort, then he (hall win it : 
We may indeed, for Modefty, 

Prefent our Forces for Refiftancej 
But we fhall quickly lay them by, 

And contribute to his Afliftance. 



The Step-Daughter's Relief. 
To the Tunc of, The Kirk zvad let me be, 

I Was anes a well tocher'd Lafs, 
My Mither left Dollars to me j 
But now I am brought to a poor Pafs, 
My Step-Dame has gait them flee. 
My Father he's aften frae hame, 

And {lie plays the Deel with his Gear, 
She neither has Lateth nor Shame, 
And keeps the hale Houfe in a Steer. 

She's barmy fac'd, thriftlefs and bauld, 

And gars me aft fret and repine; 
While hungry, haff naked and cauld, 

I fee her deftroy what's mine s 
But Toon I might hope a Revenge, 

And foon of my Sorrows be free, 
My Poof cith to Plenty wad change, 

If (he were hung up on a Tree. 

I 5 Quoth 



C 10% )' 

Quoth Rmgari, whalang time had Wei 

This bony Lafs tenderly, 
I'll tak thee, fweet May in thy Snood<, 

Gif thou wilt gaehame-with me.. 
Tis only your fell that I want, 

Your Kindnefs is better to me, 
Than a' that your Step-mother, fcant 

Of Grace, now has taken frae thee. 

I'm but a young Farmer, its true, 

And ye are the Sprout of a Laird j 
But I have Milk-Cattle enow, 

And Rowth of good Rucks in my Yards 
Ye fall have naithing to falh ye, 

Sax Servants fall jouk to thee : 
Then kilt up thy Coats, my Laflle, 

And gang thy ways name with me. 

The maiden her Reafon iniploy'd, 

Not thinking the Offer arnifs, 
Confentedj— — while Ring&n o'erjo) ikj 

Receiv'd her with mony a Kifs, 
And now fhe fits blythly fingan, 

And joking her drunken Step-dame, 
Delighted with her dear R'mgan, 

Tnat makes her Good-wife at hame, 



Jeany, where has thou been. 

OJeany, Jeany, where has thou been, 
Father and Mother are feeking of thee," 
1'e have been ranting, playing the Wanton, 
Keeping of Jocky Company. 



( *oj ) 

O Betty, Vve been to hear the Mill cUcli* 

Getting Meal ground fort he Tamilie, 
As jaw as itga.de lbrang heme the Sack r 

For the Miller has taken nae Mowterfrae me. 

Ha! Jeany, Jeany, there's Meal on your Back, 

The Miller's a wanton Billy, and flee, 
Tho'Vtdualscomehame again hale, what reek, 

1 fear he has taken his Mowter off thee. 
And Betty, yefpread your Linen to bleech, 

When that was done, zvhere cou'dyou be .? 
Ha! Lafs, Ifazv ye flip down the Hedge, 

And wanton Willy was following thee, 

Ay Jeany, Jeany, ye gade to the Kirk; 

But when it skail'd, where couUihou be, 
Ye came naejiame till it was mirk, 

They (ay the killing Clerk came Wye, 
O filly LaiTie, what wilt thou do ? 

If thou grow great, they'll heez thee blpu 
Lock to your (ell, if Jock prove true: 

The Clerk Creepies will keep me free. 



Y 



S O N G. 

To the Tune, Loft time 1 came o'er th.Moor, 
E blytheft Ladsand LafTesgay, 



Hear what my Sang difclofes 5 
As I ae Morning fleeping lay, 

Upon a Bank of Rofes, 
Young Jamie whisking o'er the Mead 

By good-luck chane'd to fpy me 
He took his Bonnet aff his Head, 

And iahly fat down by me/ 



r 

i 



^a?nie 



C 2<H > 

Jmiie tho*l right meilcle priz'd, 

Yet now 1 wadna ken him ; 
But with a Frown my FacedifguiVd, 

Andftrave away to fend hims 
But fondly he ftill nearer preft, 

And by my Side down lying, 
Bis beating Heart thumped fae fad, 

1 thought the Lad was dying. 

But ftill refolvingto deny, 

An angry Paffion feigning, 
| aften roughly fhot him by, 

With Words full ot difdaining. 
Poor Jamie bawk'd, nae Favour wins, 

Wentaff machdifcontented^ 
But I in truth for a* my Sins, 

Ne'er, haf fae fair repented, X, 



$he Cock Laird* 

A Cock Laird fou cadgie, 
With Jenny did meet,. 
He haws'd her, he kifs'd her, 

And ca'd her his Sweet. 
Wilt thou gaealang 

Wi'me, Jenny, Jenny? 
Thou'fe be my ain Lemmane, 
Jo Jenny, quoth he. 

If I gae alang w'ye, 

Ye mauna fail, 
To feaft me with Cadells 

Aad good Hacket-Kail, 

The 



The DeePs in yam* Nicety, 

Jenny, quoth he, 
May na Bannocks of Bear-meai 

Be as good for thee. 

And I maun hae Pinners 

With Perlings fet round; 
A Skirt of Puddy, 

And a Waftcoatof brown, 
Awa with fie Vanities, 

Jenny t quoth he, 
For Kurchies and Kjrtles 

Are fitter for thee. 

My Laird fhip can yield me 

As meikle a Year, 
/shad us in Pottage 

And good knockft Beer t 
But having nae Tenants, 

O Jenny, Jenny, 
To buy ought I ne'er have 

A Penny, quoth he. 

The Borowftoun Merchants 

Will fell ye on Tick, 
For we maun hae braw things, 

Abeit they foud break* 
Whenbroken, frae Care 

The Fools are fet free, 
When we make them Lairds 

In the Abbey, quoth Oae. 



n* 



(106 ) 

The Svger Laddie, 



MY Soger Laddie 
IsovertheSea*. 
And he will bring Gold 

And Money to me 5 
And when he comes hame, 

He'll make me a Lady 
My Blefiing gang with 

My Soger Laddie. . 

My doughty Laddie 

Is handfome and brave, 
And can as a Soger 

And Lover behave*. 
True to his Country, 

To Love he is fteadyy 
There's few to compare 

With my Soger Laddie,: 

Shield him ye Angels 

Frae Death in Alarms* 
Return him with Laurels? 

To my langing Arms. 
Syne frae all nay Care 

Ye'll pleafantly free me, 
When back to my Wifhes 

My Soger ye gie me* 

Ofoon may his Honours . 

Bloom fair on his Brow, 
As-quickly they muft. 

11 he get his due : 



Fojf 



( 107 > 

For in noble A&ions 

His Courage is ready,' 
Which makes me delight 

In my Soger Laddie. 



The Archers March. 

SO U N D, found the Mufick, found it,,. 
Let Hills and Dales rebound it, 
Let Hills and Dales rebound it, 
In Praife of Archery s 
Its Origin divine is, 
The Practice brave and fine is t . 
Which generoufly inclines us 

To guard our Liberty. 

Art by the Gods imployed, 
J3y which Heroes enjoyed, 
JBy which Heroes enjoyed 

The Wreaths of Vi&oryl 
The Deity of Parnajfus, 
The God of foft Careffes, 
Chafte Cynthia and her Lafles, 

Delight in Archery. 

See, fee yon Row extended ! 
'Tis Jove himfelf that bends ir> 
s Tis Jove himfelf that bends it, 

O'er Cloud son high it glowSj 
All Nations, Turks and Panhians., 
The Tartan and the Scythians, 
The Arabs, Moors and Indians, 

With Bravery draw their Bows* 

Out 



( zot) 

Our own true Records tell us, 

That none cou'd e'er excel us, * 

That none cou'd e'er excel us, 

In martial Archery t 
With Shafts our Sires engaging* 
Oppos'd the Romans raging, 
Defeat the fierce Norwegian, 

And f pared few Danes to fieei 

Witnefs Largs and Loncartk, 
Dunkel and Aberhmny, 
Dunkel and Aberlemny, 

Rojline and Bannockbttm, 

The 



£args, where the Norwegians headed by their valiant 
King Haco, were mA?mo 1263, totally defeat by Alex- 
ander III. King of Scots -j the heroick Alexander, Great 
Steward of Scotland commanded the right Wing. 

Loncartk, near Perth, where KingKenneth III. ob- 
tained the Victory over the Danes, which was princiV 
pally owing to the Valour and Resolution of the firrt 
brave Hay, and his two Sons. 

Dunkel, here, and in Kyle,and on the Banks of 21ay>our 
great King Corbredus Gtddus in three Battles overthrew 
^eoooRomans in the Reign of the Emperor Domman. 

Aberlemny, four Miles from Brechin, where King 
Malcolm II. obtained a glorious Victory over the united 
Armies of Danes, Norwegians and Cumbrians ,&c. com- 
manded by SuenoKing of Denmark, and his warlike 
Son Prince Canute. 

Rojline, within five Miles South of Edinburgh, where 
xoooo Scots, led by Sir John Cumin and Sir Simon Frax.tr, 
defeat in three Battles in one Day 50000 of their Ene- 
mies, Anno 1303. 

TheBattlesiot Bannockburn and Chiviot, &c. are fo 
Well known, that tbey requite no Notes. 



( zoo > 

The Chiviots all the Border, 

Where Bowmen in brave Order, 
Told Enemies, it furder 

They mov'd, they'd ne'er return* 

Sound, found the Mufick, found it, 
Let Hills a no* Dales rebound it, 
Let Hills and Dalesrebound it, 

InPraifeof Archery, 
Us'd as a Game it pleafes. 
The Mind to joy it raifes, 
And throws off all Difeafes 

Of lazy Luxury. 

Now, now our Care beguiling, 
When all the Year looks imiling,. 
When all the year looks fmiiing, 

With healthful Harmony t 
The Sun in Glory glowing, 
With Morning Dew bellowing, 
Sweet Fragrance, Life, and Growings, 

To Flowers and every Tree. 

'Tis now the Archers royal, 
An hearty Band and loyal, 
An hearty Band and loyal, 

That in j uft Thoughts agree, 
Appear in antient Bravery, 
Defpifing all bale Knavery, 
Which tends to bring in Slavery, 

Souls worthy to live free. 

Sound, found the Mufick, found it, 
Fill up the Glafs and round wi't, 
Fill up the Glafs and round wi't, 

Health and Pro/perity s T'etur 



( 2KT } 

T' our great Chief and Officers, 
T'our President and Counfellors : 
To all who like their brave Forbears*, 
Delight in Archery .. 



An ODE to Mr. F 



Solvit ur acrts hiems, — — «n» -H O R. 



NO W Gowansfprout and Lavrocks flng, 
And welcome Weft-winds warm the Spring* 
O'er Hill and Dale they faftly blaw. 
And drive the Winter's Cauld awa ! . 
The Ships Jang gyzen'd at the Peer, 
Now fpread their Sails and fmoothly fleer. 
The Nags and Nowt hate wifen'd Strae, 
And frisking to the Fields they gae j 
Nor Hynds wi' Etfbn and Hemp Lingle, 
Sit foiling Shoon out o'er the Ingle. 
Now bonny Haughs their Verdure boaftj 
That late were clade wi' Snow and Froft; - ",] 

With her gay Train the Paph.ian v^iieen 
By Moon-light dances on the Green ; 
She leads, while Nymphs and Graces fing, 
And trip around the Fairy Ring. 
Mean time poor Vulcan hard at Thrift, 
Gets mony a fair and heavy Lift. 
"Whilft rinnen down, his naff blind Lads 
Blaw up the Fire, and thump the Goads. 

Now leave your Fitted on the Dew^ 
And busk yeYfell in Habit new s . 

Be- 



C in ) 

Be gratefh* to the guiding Powers, 
And blythly fpend your eafy Hours. 
O canny F ,. tutor Tirne, 

And Uveas lang'sye'r inyoufPrimei 
That ill-bred Death has nae/egard 
To King or Cottar, or a Laird: 
As foon a Caftle he'll attack/ 
As Wawsof Divots rooPd wl'Thack. 
Immediately we'll a' take Flight 
Into the mirk Realms of Night, 
As Stories gang, with Gaifts to roam, 
In glowmie Pluto's gowfty Dome j 
Bid fair Good-day to Plea'fure fyrie 
Of bonny LafTesand red Wine. 

Then deem Ilk little Gare a Crime, . 
Dares wafte an Hour of preciousTimej 
And fince our Life's fae unco fhott, 
Enjoy ita% ye've nae naair for't. 



A CtU 



( ill ) 



A ColleElion of Celebrated 
SONG S. 

SONG r. 



A Nymph of the Plain, 
By a jolly young Swain, 
By a jolly young Swain, 
Was addref s'd to be kind : 
But relentlefs I find 
To his Prayers fhe appear'd, 
Tho' himfelf he endear'd, 
In a Manner £b fott, fo engaging and fweef , 
As foon might perfwade her his Pafiion to meet, 

How much he ador'd her, 

How ojt he implor'd her, 

How oft he implor'd her 

1 cannot exprefs; 

But he lov'd to Excefs, 

And fwore he would die, 

If fhe would not comply, 
In a Manner fo fott, fb engaging and fweet, 
Asfoon might perfuade her his Paulon to meet. 

While 



( 2IJ) 

While BluflieslikeRofes, 

Which Nature compof es, 

Which Nature compofes, 

Vermilion'd her Face, 

With an Ardure and 6race, 

Which her Lover improv'd, 

When he found he had mov'd, 
In a Manner fo foft, fo engaging and fweet, 
As foon might perfuade her his Paffion to meet* 

When wak'd from the Joy, 

Which their Souls did employ, 

Which t heir Souls did employ^ 

From her ruby warm Lips, 

Thouf and Odours he fips, 

At the Sight of her Eyes 

He faints and he dies, 
In a Manner fo foft, fo engaging and fweet, 
As foon might perfuade her his Paffion to meet 

, But how they mail part, 

Now becomes all the Smart, 

Now becomes all the Smart, 

' Till he vow'd to his Fair, 

That to eafe his own Care, 

He would meet her again. 

And 'till then be in Pain, 
In a Manner fo foft, fo engaging and Tweets 
As foon might perfuade her his Paffion to meetJ 



SONG 



( "4 ) 
SONG II. 

SEND home my long ftray'd Eyes to me, 
Which ah ! too long have dwelt on thee j 
But if from thee they've learn'd fuch 111, 
Tofweetly fmile. 
And then beguile, 
&eep the Deceivers, keep them ftill. 

Send home my harmless Heart again, 
Which no unworthy Thought could ftain > 
But if it has been taught by thine, 

To forfeit both 

Its Word and Oath, 
ICeep it, for then 'tis none of mine. 

Yet fend me home my Heart and Eyes, 
That I may fee and know thy Lyes, 
And laugh one Day perhaps when thoa 

Shalt grieve for one 

Thy Love will fcorn, 
And prove as falfe as thou art nowi 



SONG III. 

WH I L S T I fondly view the Charmer, 
Thus the God of Love I fue, 
Gentle Cupid, pray difarm her, 
Cupid, if you love me, do: 
Of a thoufand Sweets bereave her, 

Rob her Neck, her Lips and Eyes, 
The Remainder ftill will leave her 
Power enough to tyrannize. 

Shape 



i sij ) 

Shape and Feature, Flame and Paflion, 

Still in every Bread will move, 
More is Supererogation, 

Meer Idolatry of Love : 
You may drefs a World of Chhts 

In the Beauties (he canfpare i 
Hear him, Cupid, who no Foe is 

To your Altars, or the Fair. 

Foolifh Mortal, pray be eafy, 

Angry Cupid made reply, 
Do Tlorella's Charm&difpleafe you ? 

Die then, foolifh Mortal, dies 
Fancy not that I'll deprive her 

Of the captivating Store ; 
Shepherd, no, I'll rather give he'r 

Twenty thoufand Beauties more. 

Were TlorelU proud and four, 

Apt to mocka Lover's Care j 
Jkiftly then you'd pray that Power 

Shou'd be taken from the Fair : 
But tbo* I fpread a Blemifh o'er her, 

No Relief in that you'll find i 
Still, fond Shepherd, you'll adore her, 

For the Beauties of her Mind, 



SONG IV. 

TEN Years, like Troy, my ftubborn Heart 
Withftood th' AfTauIt of fbndDefirei 
Cut now, alas! I feel a Smart, 
Poor I, likely oy, am let ©a fire. 

With 



I 



( H6 ) 

With Care we may a Pile fecure, 
And from all common Sparksdefend s 

But oh ! who can a Houfe fecure^ 
When the celeftial Flames defcend. 

Thus was Iiafe, 'tillfram your Eyes 
Deftruftive Fires are brightly given: 

Ah ! who can fhun the warm Surprife, 

When lol the Light'ning comes from Heaven, 1 



SONG V. 

WHILST I gaze on Chloe trembling, 
Strait her Eyes my Fate declare * 
When fhe (miles, I feardiflTemblingj 
When me frowns, I then defpair. 
Jealous of fome Rival Lover, 

It a wandring Look fhe give : 
Fain I would refolve to leave fier, 
But can fooner ceafe to liye. 

Why mould I conceal my Paflion, 

Or the Torments I endure ? 
Iwilldilclofe my Inclinations 

Awful Diftance yield s no Cure. 
Sure it is not in. her Nature, 

To be cruel to her Slave 5 
She is too divine a Creature 

To deftroy what Ihe can fave. 

Happy's he whofe Inclination 

Warms but with a gentle Heat*. 
Never mounts to raging Paflion, 

LoveVa Torment, if too great. 

When 



( «7 ) 

^hen the Storm is once blown over. 
Soon the Ocean quiet grows i 

But a conftant faithful Lover 
Seldom meets with true Repofe^ 



S O N G VI. 

MY Days have been fo woncTrous free; 
The little Birds that fly, 
,Wkh carelefs Eaf e, from Tree to Tree, 
Were but as bleft as I. 

Ask gliding Waters, if > Tear 
Of mine increased their Stream j 

Or ask the flying Gales, if e'er 
I lent a Sigh to them. 

But now my former Days retire; 

And I'm by Beauty caught : 
The tender Chains of fweet Defire 

Are fix'd upon my Thought, 

An eager Hope within my Bread 

Does every Doubt controul ; 
And lovely Nancy (lands confeft 

The Favourite of my Soul. 

Ye Nightingales, ye twifting Pines; 

Ye Swains that haunt the Grove, 
Ye gentle Ecchoes, breezy Winds, 

Ye clofe Retreats of Love. 

With all of Nature, all of Art. 
Adlft the dear Defign, 

K 



O teach a young unpraGis'd Heart, 
To make her ever mine. 

The very Thought of Change I hate, 

As much as of Defpair, 
And hardly covet to be great, 

Unlefsitbefor her. 
'Tis true, the Paffion in my Mind 

Is mixt with foft Diftrefs ; 
Yet while the Fair 1 love is kind, 

I cannot wifhitlefs. 



SONG VIL 

ALL in the Downs the Fleet was tnoor'd, 
The Streamers waving in the Wind, 
When black-eyed Sufan came on board; 
Oh! where (hall I my true Love find > 
Tell me, ye jovial Sailors, tell me true, 
If my fweet William (ails among the Crew. 

William, who high upon the Yard, 

Rock'd with the Billows to and fro j 

Soon as her well-known Voice he heard, 

He figh'd and caft his Eyes below : 

The Cord Aides fwiftly thro' his glowing Hands, 

And quick as Lightning on the Deck he ftands. 

So the fweet Lark, highpois'd in Air, 
Shuts clofe his Pinions to his Breaft, 
(If chance his Mate's mrill Voice he hear) 
And drops at once into her Neft : 
The nobleft Captain in the Britijh Fleet 
Might envy William's Lips thofe KhTes fweet. 



( 2IP ) 

OSufan, Suftm, lovely Dear! 

My Vows fhail ever true remain, 
Let me kifs ofF that falling Tear, 
We only Part to meet again : 
Change as ye lift, ye Winds, my Heart fhall be 
The faithful Compafs that ftill points at thee. 

Believe not what the Landmen fay, 

Who tempt with Doubts thy conftant Mind $ 
They'll tell, the Sailors when away, 
In every Port a Miftrefs find : 
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee fo/ 
For thou art prefent wherefoe'erj go. 

If to fair India's Coaft we fail, 

Thy Eyes are feen in Diamonds bright, 
Thy breath is A/rick's fpicy Gale, 
Thy Skin is Ivory fo white j 
Thus every beauteous Object that I view, 
Makes in my Soulfome Charms of lovely Sut* 

Tho' Battles call me from thy Arms, 

Let not my prefty s ft fan mourn j 
Tho' Cannons roar, yet fafe from Harms 
William mail to his Dear return : 
Love turns afide the Balls that round me fly, 
Left precious Tears mould drop iroaxSufaa's Eye? 

The Boatfwain gave the dreadful Word, 

The Sails their fwelling Bofom fpread, 
Nolonger muft fheftay aboard} 

They kifs'd } fhe figh'd ; he hung his Head ; 
Her leifening Boat unwilling rows to Land, 
Adieu, fhecrys, and vvav'd her lilly Hand. 

K. i SONG 



( Z1Q ) 

SONG VIII. 

SW E E T are the Charms of her I love, 
More fragrant than the damask Rofe, 
Soft as the Down of Turtle Dove, 
Gentle as Winds when Zephyr blows, 
Refrefhing, asdefcending Rains 
To fun-burnt Climes, and thirfty Plains. 

Trueas the Needle to the Pole, 

Or as the Dial to the Sun, 
Conftantas gliding Waters roll, 

Whofe {welling Tides obey the Moon; 
From every other Charmer free, 
My Life and Love fhall follow thee. 

The Lamb the flow'ry Thyme devours, 

The Dam the tender Kid purfues, 
Sweet Philomel, in fhady Bowers 

Of verdant Spring, her Note renews,- 
AH follow what they nioft admire, 
As I purfue my Soul's Defire. 

Hature mud change her beauteous Face, 

And vary as the Seafons rife ; 
As Winter to the Spring gives place, 
Summer th' Approach of Autumn flies j 
No Change on Love the Seafons bring, 
Love only knows perpetual Spring. 

Devouring Time, withftealing Pace, 
Makes lofty Oaks and Cedars bow 5 
And Marble Towers and Walls of Brafs 
In his rude March he levels low: 
But Time, deftroyingfar and wide, 
Lv/i from the Soul can ne'er divide; Death 



i 2.21 ) 

Death only with his cruel Dart 

The gentle Godhead can remove, 
And drive him from the bleeding Heart, 
To mingle with the bleft above , 
Where known to all his Kindred Train, 
He finds a lading Reft from Pain. 

Love and his Sifter fair, the Soul, 

Twin- born from Heaven together came 
Love will the Univerfe controul, 

When dying Seafons lofe their Name j 
Divine Abodes fhall own his Power, 
When Time and Death fhall be no more. 



SONG IX. 



FA I R Iris and her Swain 
Were in a fhady Bower, 
Where Thirfis long in vain 

Had fought the happy Hour } 
At length his Hand advancing 

Upon her fnowy Breaft, 
Hefaid, O! kifs me longer, 

Longer yet and longer, 
if you would make me bleft. 

I K I t. 

Aneafy yielding Maid 
By trufting is undone, 

Our Sex is oft betray 'd 
By granting Love too foon } 

If you defire to gain me, 



( 1« ) 

Your Sufferings to redrefs, 
Prepare to love me longer* 

Longer yet and longer, 
Before you {hall poffefs. 

T h i b. s I s. 
The little Care you mow 

Of all my Sorrows paft, 
Makes Death appear too flow* 

And Life too long to laft $ 
Oh Ins ! kifs me kindly, 

In pity of my Fate, 
Fair Iris, kifs me kindly, 

Kindly ftill and kindly, 
Before it be too iate. 

his. 
You fondly court your Blifs, 

And no Advances make, 
3 Tis not for Maids to kifs, 

But 'tis for Men to take : 
So you may kifs me kindly* 

And I will not rebel, 
Tbirfis may kifs me kindly,. 

Kindly ftill and kindly 3 
But never kifs and tell. 

Alternative 
And may I kifs you kindly ? 

Yes you may kifs me kindly. 
And kindly ftill and kindly? 

And kindly Hill and kindly* 
And will you not rebel } 

And I will not rebel. 
Then, Love, I'll kifs thee kindly, 

Kindly ftill and kindly 5 
Butnever kifs and tell. 



SONG 



( "5 ) 
SONG X. 

AH! bright Belinda, hither fly, 
And fuch a Light difcover, 
A* may the abfent fun fupply, 
Andchear the drooping Lover. 

Arife, my Day, withfpeed arife, 
And all my Sorrows baniflr : 

Before the Sun of thy bright Eyes, 
All gloomy Terrors vanifh. 

No longer let me figh in vain, 
And curfe the hoarded Treafure ; 

Why mould you love to give us Pain, 
When you were made for Pleafure ? 

The petty Powers of Hell deftroy; 

To fave 's the Pride of Heaven: 
To you the firft, if you prove coy 5 

If kindj thelaftis given. 

The Choice then Aire's not hard to make. 

Betwixt a Good and Evil : 
Which Title had you rather take, 

My Goddefs, or, my Devil I 



SONG XI. 

FI E ! Liza, fcorn the little Arts, 
Which meaner Beauties ufe, 
Who think they ne'er fecure our Heart*,' 
Unlefs they ftillref ufe: 

K- 4 Are 



( "4 ) 

Are coy and fhy ; will feem to frown 
To raife our Paflion higher ; 

But when the poor Delight is known; 
It quickly palls Defire. 

Come, let's not trifle Time away, 1 

Or ftop you know not why ; 
Tour Blufhes and your Eyes betray 

What Death you mean to die ! 
Let all your Maiden-Fears be gone, 

And Love no more be croft : 
Ah! Liza, when the Joys areknowni 

You'll curfe the Minutes pad. 



SONG XII. 



BE wary, my Celia, when Celadon fues, 
Thefe Wits are the Bane of your Charms : 
Beauty, play'd againft Reafon, will certainly lofe, 
Warring naked with Robbers in Arms, 

Youftg Damon defpis'd for his Plainnefs of Parts, 
Has Worth that a Woman mould prize; 

He'll run the Race out, tho 5 he heavily ftarts, 
And diftance the Ihort-winded Wife* 

your Tool is a Saint in the Temple of Love, 

And kneels all his Life there to pray j 
^Your Wit but looks in, and makes hafte to remove, 

jTis a Stage he but takes in his way. 

SONG 



SONG XIII. 

STELLA and Flavia every Hour, 
Do various Hearts furprize; 
In Stella's Soul lies all her Power, 
And Flavians in her Eyes. 

More boundlefs Flavia's Conquers are,' 
And Stella'smove confin'd-: 

All can difcern a Face that's fair, 
But few a lovely Mind. 

Stella, like Britain's Monarch, reigns 

O'er cultivated Lands } 
Like Eaftern Tyrants, Flavia deigns 

To rule o'er barren Sands. 

Thenboaft, hit Flavia, boaftthyFace^ 

Thy Beauty's only Store : 
Thy Charms will every Day decreafe* 

Each Day gives Stella more. 



SONG XIV. 

4 

OF all the Girls that are fo fmart, 
There's none like pretty Sallys 
She is the Darling of my Heart, 

And (he lives in our Alley : 
There is no Lady in the Land 

Is half fofweetasStffya 
She is the Darling of my Heart ? 
And Dae lives ifl our Alley. : \ 

K 5 He« 



Her Father he makes Cabbage-Nets, 

And thro' the Streets does cry 'efflj 
Her Mother fhe fells Laces long, 

To (uch as pleafe to buy 'em : 
But fine fuch Folks cou'd ne'er begef 

So fweet a Girl asSally $ 
She is the Darling of my Heart, 

And fhe lives in our Alley. 

When fhe Is by, I leave my Work, 

I love her fo fincerely $ 
My Matter comes like any Turk, 

And bangs me moft feverely : 
But let him bang his Belly full, 

I'll bear it all for Sally, 
She is the Darling of my Heart, 

And fhe lives m our Alley, 

Of al! the Days are in the Week, 

I dearly love but one Day, 
And that's the Day that comes betwixt 

The Saturday and Monday j 
Jor then I'm dreft all in my beft, 

To walk abroad with Sally j 
She is the Darling of my Heart, 

And fhe lives in our Alley. 

Ivly Matter carries me to Church," 

And often am I blamed, 
Becaufe I leave him in the Lurch,' 

Asfoon as Text is named; 
I leave the Church in Sermon-Time, 

And flink away with Sally \ 
She is the Darling of my Heart, 

And fhe lives in our Alley. 5?hen 



'« "7 ) 

When Chrlftmas comes about again, 

O ! then I (hall have Money.}. 
1*11 hoard it up, and box it all, 

And give it to my Honey : 
And wou'd it were ten thoufand Pound, 

I'll give it all to &»Z/y j 
She is the Darling of my Heart, 

And fhe lives in our Alley. 

My Matter and the Neighbours all 

Make @ame of me a nd Sally, 
And (but for her) Fd better be 

A Slave, and row a Galley; 
But when my feven long Years are out," 

G! then I'll marry Sally, 
O! then we'll wed, and then we'll bed, 

But not in our Alley. 



SONG XV. 

WOULD you have a young Virgin of fifteen 
Years, 

You muft tickle her Fancy with Sweets and Dears, 
Ever toying and playing, and fweetly fweetly 
Sing a Love-Sonnet, and charm her Earsj , 
Wittily prettily talk her down, 
Chafe her, and praife her, if fair or brown 5 s 
Sooth her and fmooth her, 
And teaze her and pleafe her, 
And touch but her Smicket, and all's your own; 

Bo you fancy a Widow, well known in Man, 
WithaFrontof Afiurance come boldly on j 
Be at her each Moment, and briskly briskly 
But her in mind, how her Tinie fteals on - 3 

Rattle 



( n8> 

Rattle and prattle altho' fhe frown," 
Roufeherandtoufeher from Morn toNoonJ 
And mew her iome Hour 
You'll a nfwer her Dower, 
A nd get but her Writings, and all'syour own. 
Do you fancy a Punk of a Humour free, 
That's kept by a Fumbler of Quality, 
Vou muft rail at her Keeper, and tell her tell her, 
That Pleafure'sbeft Charm is Variety ; 
Swear her much fairer than all the Town, 
Try her and ply her when Cully's gone, 
Dog her and jog her, 
And meet her and treat her, 
And kifs with a Guinea, and all's your own. 

SONG XVI. 

S h e. 

AH Love ! if a God thou wilt be, 
Do Juftice in favour of me. 
For yonder approaching I fee, 

A Man with a Beard, 

Who, as I have heard, - 

Has often undone 

Poor Maids that have none, 

■With fighing and toying, 

And crying and lying, 
And iuch kind of Foolery. 

Hi. 
Fair Maid, by your Leave, 
My Heart does receive 
Strange PJeamre to meet you here j 

Pray tremble not fo, 

Nor offer to go, 
I'll do you no haim I fwear, 
I'll do you no harm I fwear. She'. 



{119 ) 

She. 

My Mother is fpinning at home; 
My Father works hard at the £oom, 
And we are a milking come; 

Their Dinner they want 5 

Then pray ye, Sir, don't 

Make more ado on't, 

Nor give us Affront; 

We're none of the Town 

Will lie down for a Crown; 
Then away. Sir, and give us room. 

He, 
By Phoebus and Jove, 
By Honour and Love, 
I'll do thee dear Sweet no harm i 
. u Ye're as frefh as a Rofe, 

I want one of thofe ; 
Ah ! how fuch a Wife wou'd charm; 
Ah how fuch a Wife weu'd charm / 

She. 
And can you then like the old Rule^ 
Be conjugal, honeft and dull, 
And marry, and look like a Fools 

Forlmuftbeplain, 

All Tricks are in vain; 

There's nothing can gain 

What you wou'd obtain, 

Like moving and proving, 

By wedding, true loving, 
iiyLeflbn I learnt at School. 

H E a 
I'll do't by this Hand, 
I've Houles and Land, 
Eftate too m good Free-hold ; 

My Dear let us join, 

It all (hall be thine, 
BefidesagoodPurfeof Gold, 
Befides a good Purfe of Gold. S h il 



( HO ) 

S H E> 

You make me to blufa now I vow j 

Ah me! fhall I baujk my Cow \ 

But fince the late Oath you have fwore* 

Your Soul mall not be 

In Danger for me j. 

I'll rath«r agree 

Of two to make three i 

We'll wed, and we'll bed, 

There's no more to be faid, 
And I'll ne'er go a milking more-.- 

SONG XVIlT 

MA I D E N f rem as a Rof e, 
Young, buxom, and full of Jollity; 
Take no Spoufe among Beaux, 
Fond of their raking Quality £ 

He who wears a long Bum, 
All powder'd down from his Pericrane, 

And with Nofe full of Snuff, 
Snuffles out Love in a merry Vein. 

Who, to Dames of high Place, 
Does prattle like any Parrot too. 

Yet with Doxies a Brace 
At Night pigs in a Garret too j 

Patrimony out-run* 
To make a fine Show to carry thees 

Plainly, Friend, thou'rt undone. 
It fueh a Creature marry thee. 

Then, for fear of a Bribe, 
Of flattering Noife and Vanity, 

Yoak a Lad of our Tribe, 
Hellfhew the beft Humanity j 



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Flamy thou wilfr-find Love, 
In civil as well as fecular ; 

But when Spirit doth move, 
We have a Gift particular. 

Tho* our Gravenefs is Prided 
That Boobies the more venerate^ 

He that gets agood Bride, 
Can jump when he's to generate ; 

Qfl then goes the Difguife, 
T« Bed in his Arms he'll cany thee? 

Then, to be happy and wife, 
Take Yea and Nay to marry thee." 



SONG XVIII. 

LAST Sunday at Saint %ames*s Pf ay'rs. 
The Prince and Princefs by, 
J, drefs'd in all my Whale-bone Airs, . 
Sat in a Clofet nigh, 

Ibow'dmyKnees 1 , I held my Book* 

Read all the Anfwerso'erj 
But was perverted by a Look, 

Which pierc'd me from the Door* . 

High Thoughts of Heav'n I came to ufe, 

With the devouteft Care; 
t Which gay young Strephon made me lofe; 

And all the Raptures there. 

He wait to hand me to my Charr,\ 

And bow'd with courtly s Grace| 
But whifper'd Love into mine Ear 9 

Too warm for thatgrave Flace, £ove> 



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Love, Love, faidhe,byallador'd* 
My tender Heart has won • 

But I grew peevifh at the Word, 
DcuYd he might be gone. 

He went quite out of Sight, while I 

A kinder Anfwer meant j 
Nor did I for my Sins that Day, 

By half f o much repent. 



SONG XIX. 

LOVE> thou artthebeftof human Joys^ 
Our chiefeft Happinefs below $ 
All other Pleafuresarebut Toys, 
Mufickwithouttheeisbut Noife # 
Beauty but an empty Show. 

Heaven, that knew beft what Man cou'd movej 
And raife his Thought above the Brute, 

Said, let him be, and let him love, 

That only mud; his Soul improve, 
Howe'er Philofophers difpute. 



SONG XX. 

! - ■ \ 

DESPAIRING beflde a clear Stream; 
A Shepherd forfaken was laid ; 
And while a falfe Nymph was his Theme, 
A Willow fupported his Jkad t 

The 



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The Wind that blew over the Plain; 

To his Sighs with a Sigh did reply; 
And the Brook in Return to his Pain, 

Ran mournfully murmuring by. 

Alas! filly Swain that I was 5 

(Thusfadly complaining he ery'd) 
When firft I beheld that fair Face, 

'Twere better' by far I haddy'd : 
She talk'd, and I bleft her dear Tongue, 

When fhe frail'd, it was Pleafure too great j 
I liften'd, and cry'd when fhe fung, 

Was Nightingale ever fo fweet ? 

Howfoolifh was I to believe 

She could doat on fo lowly a Clown, 
Or that her fond Heart would not grieve s 

To forfake the fine Folk of the Town f 
To think that a Beauty fo gay, 

So kind and fo Conftant would prove? 
pr go clad like our Maidens in gray, 

Or live in a Cottage on Love ? 

What tho' I have Skill to complain, 

Tho' the Mufes my Temples have crown'd^ 
What tho' when they hear my foft Strains, 

The Virgins fit weeping around g 
Ah Colin ! thy Hopes are in vain, 

Thy Pipe and thy Laurel refign, 
Thy Fair one inclines to a Swain, 

Whof e Mufick is i weeter than thine; 

All you my Companions fo dear, 

Who forrow to fee me betrayed, 
Whatever I fuffer forbear, 

forbear to accufe the falfe Maid, 



Tho* 



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Tho* thro* the wide World I fhould range/ 
"Vis in vain from my Fortune to fly i 

9 Twas hers to be falfe and to change, 
'Tis mine to be conftant and die. 

If while my hard Fate Ifuftain, 

In her Breaft any Pity is found, 
Let her come with the Nymphs of the Plain, 

And fee me laid low in the Ground z 
The laft humble Boon that I crave, 

Is to {hade me with Cyprefs and Yew; 
And when fhe looks down on my Grave, 

Let her own that her Shepherd was true. 

Then to her new Love let hergo, 

And dack her in golden Array : 
Be fined at every fine Show, 

And frolick it all thelong Day s 
While Cflin forgotten and gone, 

No more fhall be talk'dof orfeenV 
Unlefs when beneath the pale Moon, 

His Ghoft mall glide over the Green. 



SONG XXL 



?> T H W AS when the Seas were roarings 

X With hollow Blafts of Wind,.. 
A Damfel lay deploring^ 

All on a Rock reclin'd. 
Wide o'er the roaring Billows* 

She caft a wifhful Look j 
Her Head was crown'd with Willows, 

That trembled o'es the Brook. 

Twelve. 



Twelve Months are gone and over, 

And nine long tedious Days* 
Why didfl thou ventrous Lover, 

Why didfl thou truft the Seas > 
Ceafe, ceafethen, cruel Ocean, 

And let my Lover reft : 
Ah ! what's thy troubled Motion, 

To that within my Breaft? 

The Merchant robb'd of Treafure* 

Views TempeftsinDefpairj 
But what's the Lofs of Treafure, 

Tolofingof my Deai' I 
Shou'd you fome Coaft be laid on, 

Where Gold and Diamonds grow* 
You'd find a richer Maiden, 

But none that loves you Co* 

How can they fay that Nature 

Has nothing made in vainj 
Why then beneath the Water J 

Do hideous Rocks remain J 
No Eye thefe Rocks difcover. 

That lurk beneath the Deep, 
To wreck the wandring Lover, 

And leave the Maid to weep. 

All melancholy lying, 

Thus wail'd Ine for her Dear,. 
Repay'd each Blaft with fighing, 

Each Billow with a Tear : 
When o'er the white Wave* ftooping } 

His floating Corps fhe fpy'd > 
Then like a Lilly drooping, 

She bow'd-her Head, anddy'd* 

S O N ©i 



SONG XXIL 

REmember, Damon, you did tell, 
In Chaftity you lov'd me well j 
But now, alas! I amundone, 
And here am lelftto make my Moan : 
To doleful Shades I will remove, 
Since I'm defpis'd by him I love, 
Where poor forfaken Nymphs are feen, 
In lonely Walks of Willow-green. 

Upon my Dear's deluding Tongue, 
Such iof t perfuafive Language hung, 
That when his Words had Silence broke, 
You wou'd have thought an Angel fpoke* 
Too happy Nymph, whoe'er fhe be, 
That now enjoys my charming he $ 
For oh! I fearittomyCoft, 
She 'as found the Heart that I have loft. 

Beneath the faireft Flower on Earth, 

A Snake may hide, or take its Birth; 

So his falfe Breaft, conceal it did 

His Heart, the Snake that there lay hidJ 

fTis falfe to fay, we happy are, 

Since Men delight thus to enfnare 5 

In Man no Woman can be bleft, 

Their Vows are Wind, their Love a Jeft, 

Ye Gods, in Pity to my Grief, 
Send me my Damon, or Relief j 
Return the wild delicious Boy, 
;WhomonceI thought my Spring of Joy i 



But 



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But whM I'm begging of this Biffs; 
Methinks I hear you anfwer thus j 
When Damon has enjoy'd, he flies ; 
Whojees him, loves', who loves him, dies. 

There's not a Bird that haunts the Grove, 
But is a Witnefs of my Love: 
Now all theBleetersonthe Plain 
Seem Sympathizers in my Pain : 
Ecchoes repeat my plaintive Moansi 
The Waters imitate my Groans j 
The Trees their bending Boughs recline, 
And droop their Heads as I do mine. 



SONG XXIII. 

S~\ N a Bank beGde a Willow, 
j V>/ Heaven her Covering, Earth her Pillow* 
Sad Amynta figh'd alone : 
From the chearlefs Dawn of Morning, 
Till the Dews of Night returning, 
Singing, thus fbe made her moan; 
Hope is banifl/d, 
Joys are vaniQi'd, 
Damon my Belov'd is gone« 

Time, I dare thee to difcover 
Such a Youth and fuch a Lover : 

Oh, fo true fo kind was he / 
Damon was the Pride of Nature, 
Charming in his every Feature j 
Damon liv'd alone for me s 
Melting KifTes, 
Murm'ring BlifTes, 
Whofoliv'dandlov'daswe? Never 



Never fhall we curfe the Morning, 
Never blefs the Night returning. 

Sweet Embraces. to reftorej 
Never fhall we both lie dying, 
Nature failing, Love Supplying 
All the Joys he drain'd before : 
To befriend me, 
Death, come, end me, 
Love and Damon are no more. 



SONG XXIV. 

ALEXIS fhunn'd his fellow Swains, 
Their rural Sports and focv ' Strains, 
(Heaven guard us all from Cupid's Bow >) 
He loft his Crook, he left his Flocks, 
And wand'fing thro' the lonely Rocks, 
He nourifh'd endlefs Woe. 

The Nymphs andShepherds round him came* 
His Grief fomepity, others blame* 

The fatal Caufe all kindly feek; 
He mingled his Concern with theirs. 
He gave them back their friendly Tears, 

He figh'd j but could not fpeak. 

Clarmda came among the reft, 
And flie too, kind Concern expreft, 

And ask'd the Reafon of his Woe ; 
Sheask'd, but with an Air and Mien, 
As made it eafily forefeen, 

She fear'd too much to know. 



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The Shepherd rais'd his mournful Head, 
And will you pardon me, he faid. 

While I the cruel Truth reveal : 
Which nothing frommy Breaft fhouUtear, 
Which never mould offend your Ear, 

But that you bid me tell. 

s Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain, 
Since you appear'd upon the Plain ; 

You are the Caufe of all my Carei 
Your Eyes ten thoufand Dangers dart j 
Ten thoufand Torments vex my Heart 5 

Hove, andldefpair. 

t *. 
Too much, Alexis, I have heard, 
'Tis what [ thought, 'tis whatlfear'd* 

And yet I pardon you, fhe cry'd : 
But you fhall promife, ne'er again 
To breathe your Vows, or fpeak your Pain, 

Hebow'd, obey'd, anddy'd. 



SONG XXV. 



WH Y fo pale and wan, fond Lover? . ^ 

Prithee, why fo pale? 
Will, when looking well can't move her. 
Looking ill prevail ? 
Prithee, why fo pale > 

Wh# 



( *46 ) 

^hy fo dull and mute, young Sinner * 

Prithee, why fo mute ? 
JWill, when (peaking well can't win her; 

Saying nothing do't ? 

Prithee, why fo mute? 

Quit, quit for Shame, this will not move, 

This cannot take her,* 
If of herfelf fhe will not love. 
Nothing can make her : 

The Devil take her. 



SONG XXVI. 

MY Friend and I, 
We drank whole Pifs-pots 

Full of Sack up to the Brim: 
I drank to my Friend, 

And he drank his Pot, 

So we put about the Whim : 
Three Bottles and a Quart 
% y/e fwallow'd down our Throat, 

(But hang fuch puny Sips as ihefe 5) 
We laid us all along, 
With our Mouths unto the Bung, 

And tip'd whole HogGieads off with Ea/e. 

I heard of a Fop 

That drank whole Tankards, / 

Stil'dhimfelf the Prince of Sots: 
But 1 fay now, Hang 

Such filly Drunkards, 

Melt their Flagons, break their Pots, 
My Friend and I did join 
For a Cellar full of Wine, And 



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And we drank the Vintner out of Door : 
We drank it all up 
In a Morning, at a Sup, 

And greedily rov'd about for more." 

My Friend to me 

Did make this Motion, 

Let us to the Vintage skip, 
Then we imbark'd 

Upon the Ocean, 

Where we f ou nd a Spmijh Ship,' ., 

Deep laden with Wine, 
| Which was fuperfine, 

The Sailors f wore fire hundred Tun $ 
We drank it all at Sea, 
j E'er we came unto the Key, 

And the Merchant fwore he was quite undone,' 

My Friend, not having 

Quench'd his Thirft, 

Said, let's to the Vineyards hafte ; 
Straight then we fail'd 

To the Canaries, 

Which afforded juft a Tafte; 
From thence unto the Rhine, 
Where we drank up all the Wine, 

'Till Bacchus cry'd, hold ye Sots, or ye die,' 
And fwore he never found 
In his univerfal Round, 

Such thirfty Souls as my Friend and I. 

Out fie! crysone, 

What a Beaji he makes him, 

He can neither fiand nor go : 
OutyouBeaft, you, 

You're much miftaken, 

When e'er knew you a Beafl: drink fo-? 

L {Tfe 



( 242 $ 

'Tis when we drink t he leaft, 
That we drink moft like a Beaft ; 

But when we caroufe it fix in Hand.; 
s Tis then and only then, 
That we drink the moft like Men, 

W hen we drink till we can neither go fiorftand. 



SONG XXVII. 

LE T Soldiers fight for Prey or Praife, 
And Money be the Mifer's Wifh ; 
Poor Scholars ftudy all their Days, 

And Gluttons glory in their Difh i 
°Tis Wine, pure Wine revives fad Souls, 
Therefore fill us the cheating Bowk. 

Let Minions mar foal every Hair, 

And in a Lover's Lock delight, 
And artificial Colours wear j 

Pure Wine is native red and white 
'tis Wine, &c. 

The backward Spirit it makes brave, 
That lively which before was dull ; 

Opens the Heart thatlovestofave, 

And Kindnefs flows from Cups brim-fall % 

'Tis Wine, &c. 

Some Men want Youth, and others Health, 
Some want a Wife, and fome a Punk, 

Some Men want Wit, and others Wealth; 

lint they want nothing that are druak : 
'Tis Wine, pure Wine revives fad Souls* 
Therefore give us (he cheating Bowls., 



SONG 



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SONG XXVIIL 

FArewel, my bonny, bonny, witty, pretty Mag$y a 
And a' the rofie Laifes milking on the Down \ 
Adieu the flow'ry Meadows, aft fae dear to Jocky, 

The Sports and merry Glee of Edinborow Town % 
Since French and Spanifi Louns (land at Bay, 
And valiant Lads of Britain hold 'em Play, 
My Reap-hook I maun caft quite away, 
And fight too like a Man, 
Among 'em, for our Royal Queen Anne, 

Eacn Carle of Irijh Mettle battles like a Dragon ° 9 

The Germans waddle and ftraddle to the Drum ; 
The Italian and the Butter bowzy Hogan Mogan : 

Good-faith then Scottifhjocky mauna ly at name s 
For fince they are ganging to hunt renown, 
And fweer they'll quickly ding auld Monfieur down, 
I'll follow for a Pluck at his Crown, 

To fhew that Scotland can. 

Excel 'em for our Royal Queen Annel 

Then welcome from Vigo, 

Aad cudgelling Bon Diego, 

With (hutting Rafeallions, - t 

And plundering the Galleons ; 

Each brisk valiant Fellow 

Fought at Rondondellow, 

And thofe who did meet 

With the Newfoundland Fleets 

When, for late Succefles, 

Which Europe confefTes, 
At Land by our gallant Commanders ; 
The Dutch in ftrong Beer, 
Shou'd be drunk for a Ycar^, 
"With their General's Health in Flanders* 

hz SONG 



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SONG XXIX. 

H E Ordnance a-board, 
Such Joys does afford, 
As no Mortal, no Mortal, no Mortal, 
No Mortal e'er more can defires 
Each Member repairs, 
From the Tower to the Stairs, 
And by Water Whujh, and by Water Whnjh, 
By Water they all go to Fire. 

Of eachPiece that's a-fhore, 
They fearch from the Bore j 
And to proving, to proving, to proving, 
To proving they go in fair Weather.: 
Their GlafTes are large, 
And whenever they difcharge, 
There's a Boo huzza, a Boo huzza, a Boo huzza, 
Guns and Bumpers go off together. 

Old Vulcan for Mars, 
Fitted Tools for his Wars, 
To enable him, enable him, enable him, 
Enable him to conquer the fafter : 
But Mrfrj had he been 
Upon our Woolwich Green, 
To have heard Boo huzza, Boohuzza, Boohuzzn-, 
He'd have own'-d great Marlborough his Matter* 



SONG 



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S O N G XXX, 

LE A V E off your foolifh Prating, 
Talk no more of Whig and Tory, 
But drink your Ghfs, 
Round let it pafs, 
The Bottle ftands before yes 

Fill it up to the Top, 
Let the Night with Mirth be crown'd, 

Drink about, fee it out, 
Love and Friendfhip ftill go round. 

IfClaretbeaBleflmg, 
This Night devote to 'Plea fare j 
Let worldly Cares, 
And State Affairs, 
Be thought on at more Leaf tire 1 

Fill it up to the Top, 
Let the Night with Joy be erown'd , 

Drink about, fee it out, 
Love and Friendfhip ftill go round, . 

If any is fo zealous, 
To be a Party-minion, 

Let him drink like me ? , 
Well fo on agree p. 
Arid be of one Opinions 

Fill your Glafs, name your Lafs^ 
See her Health go fweetly round, 

Drink about, Ceeh out, 
Let the Night with Joy be erown'd. 



L? SONG 



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SONG XXXL 






WE'LL drink, and we'll never have done, Boys, 
Put the Glafs then around with the Sun, Boys» 
Let Apollo's Example invite us, 
For he's drunk every Night, 
That makes him fo "bright, 

That he's able next Morning to light us, 
Drinking's a Chriftian Diverfion, 
Unknown to the Turk and the Perfian $ 
Let Mahometan Fools 
Live by Heathenifh Rules, 
And dream o'er their Tea-pots and Coffee i 
While the brave Britons fing, 
And drink Healths to their King* 
And a Fig for the Sultan and Sophy, 



SONG XXXIL 

WH LL E the Lover 1$ thinking, 
With my Friend I'll be drinking, 
And with Vigour purfue my Delight j 
While the Fool is defigning 
His fatal confining, 
With Bacchus I'll fpend the whole Nighti 

With the God I'll be jolly, 

Without Madnefs and Folly, 
Fickle Woman to marry implores 

Leave my Bottle and Friend, 

ForfofoolifhanEnd! 
When I do, may I never drink more. 

SONG 



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SONG XXXIII. 

CEL1A, let not Pride undo you, 
Love and Life fly fwiftly on j 
Let not Damon (till pursue you, 

Still in vain, i|j Love is gone : 
See how fair the ^looming. Rofe is, 

See by all how juftly pris'd i 
But when it its Beauty lofes, 

See the withei'd Thing defpis'd. 

When thefe Charms that Youth hath lent you, 

Like the Rofes are decay'd , 
Ceiia, you'll too late repent yoy, 

And be forc'd to die a Maid i 
Die a Maid! die a Maid ! die a Maid-! 

Ceiia, you'll too late repent you* 
And be forc'd to die a Maid 1 



SONG XXXI 

I'LL range around the {Hady Bowers, 
And gather all the fweeteft Flowers $ 
FU ftrip the Garden and the Grove, 
To make a Garland for my Love. 

When in thefultry Heat of Day, 

My thirfting Nymph does panting lie; 
1*11 haft en to the Fountain's Brink, 

And drain the Stream that fhe may drink. 

At Night, when fhe fnall weary prove, 

A grafly Bed I'll make my Love, 
And with green Boughs I'll forma Shade,, 

That nothing may her Reft invade. 

L 4 knd 



Aad whilfl: difTolv'd in fleep fhe lies} 
My felf fhall never clofe the^e Eyes j 

But gazing ftill with fond Delight, 
I'll watch my Charmer all the Night. 

And then, as foon as chearful Day 
Difpels the gloomy Shades away, 

forth to the Fore ft Til repair, 
And find Provifion for my Fair. 

Thus will I fp«nd the Day and Night, 
Still mixing Plealure with Delight j 

Regarding nothing I endure, 
So I can Eafe for her procure. 

But if the Maid whom thus I love, 

Shou'd e'er unkind and faithlefs prove, 

I'll feek fome diimal diftant Shore, 
And never think of Woman more. 



SONG XXXV. 

TH O' cruel you feem to my Pain, 
And hate me becaufe I am true 5 
Yet, Vb'dl'is, you love a falfe Swain, 

Who has other Nymphs in his View: 
Enjoyment's a Trifle to him, 

To me what a Heaven it would be; 
To him but a Woman you feem, 
But ah you're aa Angel to me. 

Thofe Lips which he touches in Hafte, 

To them I for ever could grow, 
Still clinging around that dear Waift, 

Which he fpans as befide him you go j 

TWat 



( H9 ) 

That Arm, like a Lilly fo white, 
Which over his Shoulders you lay. 

My Bofom could warm it all Night, 
My Lips they would prefs it all Day, 

Were I like a Monarch to reign, 

Were Graces my Subjects to be, 
I'd leave them, and fly to the Plain, 

To dwell in a Cottage with thee i . 
But if I muft feel thy Difdain, 

If Tears cannot Cruelty drown, 
O! let me not live in this Pain, 

But give me my Death in a Frown* 



SON G XXXVI. 

FROM rofy Bowers, where fleepstheGodof Love, 
Hither, ye little waiting Cupids, fly j 
Teach me, in ib ft melodious Song, to move 

With tender Pafllon my Hearts Darling Joy s~ 
Ah ! let the Soul of Mufick tune my Voice, 
To win dear Strefbon, who my Soul enjoys. 

Or if more influencing 
Is, to be brisk and airy,' 
With a Step and a Bound, 
And a Frisk from the Ground^ 
1*11 trip like any Fairy; 
As once on Ida dancing, 
Were three celeftial Bodies, 
With an Air and a Face, 
And a Shape and a Grace, 
IrSt me shann like Beauty's Godief & 

L 5 ' Ah! 




Ah! ah ! 'tis vain, 'tisall in vain, 
Death and Defpair muft end the fatal Pain ; 
Cold Defpair, difguis'd like Snow and Rain, 
Falls on my Breaft j black Winds in Tempefts blowi 
My Veins all Oliver, and my Fingers glow ; 
My Pulfe beats a dead March for loft Repofe, 
And to a folid Lump of Ice my poor fond Heart is 
froze. 

Or (ay, ye Powers, my Peace to crown* 
Shall I thaw myfelf, or drown 

Among the foaming Billows, 
Increafing all with Tears I fhed ; 

On Beds of Ooze and chriftal Pillows, 
Lay down my Love-fick Head ? 

No, no, Til ftraighc run mad, . 
That foon my H»art will warm $ 

When once the Senfe is fled, 
Love has no Power to charm ; 

Wild thro' the Woods I'll fly, 
My Robes and Locks fhall thus be tore,; 

A thoufand thoufand Deaths I'll die, 
E'er thus in vain I e'c r thus in vain adore. 



S O NG XXXVII. 



OH! lead me to fome peaceful Gloom, 
Where none but fighing Lovers come, 
W here the fhrill Trumpets never found, 
But one eternal Hufh goes round* 

There 



(HO 

There let me (both my pleating Pain, 
And never think of War again $ 
What Glory can a Lover have 
To conquer, yet be (till a Slave ? 



SONG XXXVIII. 

OH! lead me to fome peaceful Room, 
Where none but honeft Fellows come, 
Where Wives loud Clappers never found* 
But an eternal Laugh goes round. 

There let me drown in Wine my Pain, 
And never think of Home again: 
Wh at Comfort can a Husband have, 
To rule the Houfe where he's a Slave? 



SONG XXXIX. 

PIOUS Selinda goes to Prayers, 
If 1 but ask the Favour j 
And yet the tender Fool's in Tears, 
When file believes I'll leave her. 

t Wo jld I were free from this Reftraint, 
Or elfe had Hopes to win her ; 

Would fhe cou'd make of me a Saint,, 
©riot her a Sinner. 



SONG 



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SONG XL. 

SEE, fee, me wakes, Sablna wakes, 
And now the Sun begins to rife ; 
Lefs Glorious is the Morn that breaks 
From his bright Beams, than her fair Eyesi 

With Light united, Day they give i 
But different Fates e'er Night fulfil : 

How many by his Wrath will live! 
How many will her Coldnefs kill ! 

SONG XLI. 

YOUNG Corf don and Pbillis 
Sat in a lovely Grove, 
Contriving Crowns of Lillies, 
Repeating Tales of Love, 
jbidfemethmgelfoi but what , IAarenotnams, 

But as they were a playing 

She ogled fo the Swain, 
It fav'd her plainly faying, 

Let's kits to cafe our Pain, 0*6. 

A thoufand times he kifs'd her, 

Upon the flow *iy Green i 
$ut as he further preft her, 

A pretty Leg was feen, esr. 

So many Beauties viewing, 

His Ardour ftill increas'd j 
And, greater Joys purfuing, 

He wander'd o'er her Breaft, &t. 



(mi 

A laft Effort fhe trying, 
His Pafllon to withftand, 

Cry'd, (but 'twas faintly crying) 
Pray takeaway your Hand, o 1 ^ 

Young Corydon grown bolder,. 

The Minutes wou'd improve,^ 
This is the Time, he told her, 

To fhew how much Hove, we 

The Nymph feem'd almoft dying,, 
DifTolv'd in am'rous Heat j 

She kifs 'd and told hiuifighing, 
My dear,, your Love is great, &&» 

But Pbtllls did recover, 

Much i ooner than the Swain 5 
She blufhing, ask'd her Lover, 

Shall we not kifs again ? z?c. 

Thus Love his Revels keeping, 

Till Nature at a Stand, 
From Talk they fall to fleeping, 

Holding each other's Hand, £?£» 



SONG XLII, 

SEE, fee, my Seraph'ma comes, 
Adorn'd with every Grace ,• 
Look, Gods, from your celeftial Domes* , 
And view her charming Face, 

The 



( H 4) 

Thenfearch, and fee if you can find 
In all your (acred Groves, 

A Nymph or Goddefs fo divine, 
As (he whom Strephm loves. 



SONG XLIII. 

SHE. 

PRAY now, John, let Jug prevail, 
Doff thy Swords and take a Flail ^ 
"Wounds and Blows, and fcorching Heat,. 
WiH abroad be all you'll get. 

H E. 
Oons! you are mad, yefimple Jade, 
Begone, and don't Prate. 

S H E. 
How think ye I flsall do, 

With Hob and Sua 

H E. 

When I am rich with Plunder, 
Thou my Gain fhall (hare. 

S H; E. 
My Share will be but fmall, I fear, 
When bold Dragoons have been pickering tliere^. 
And the Flea-flints the Germans (trip 'em baye. 
H E. 
Mindyour fpinnrng,, 
Mend your Linnen, 
Look to your Cheefe you, 
Your Pigs and your Geefe tooi 
SHE. 
$?o, no,, I'll ramble out with you, 



And all our Brats when wanting you. 



H Ei 



H E. 

Blood and Five, if you tire 

Thus my Patience, 
With Vexations and Narrations,' 
Thumping, thumping, thumping 
Is the fatal Word, Joan* 
SHE. 
Do, do, I'm good at thumping too, 

H E». • 

Morbleau ! that Huff fhall never do*. 

SHE. 
Come, come, John, kt's bufsandbeFriend$ 3 
Thus ftill, thus Love's Quarrel ends» 
I my Tongue fomedmes letrun,. 
But alas! I foon have done; 
HE. 
'Tis well you're quafVd, 
You'd elfe been thrafh'd, 
Sure as my Name is John, 

SHE. 
Yet fain I'd know for what 

You're all Co hot, 
To go to fight where nothing's got, 
H E. 
Fortune will prove kind,. 
And we fhall then grow great; 
S H E. 
Grow great! 
And want both Drink and Meat, 
And Coin, unlefs the pamper'd Irench you beat fe 
£hJobn ! take care %ohn \ 
And learn more Wit; 
H E. 
Dare you prate ftill,. 
At this Rate ftill j 
And like a Vermin, 
r„ f Grudge me Preferment. S H E* 



C 2f <T $ 

SHE. 

You'll beg, orgefca\fooden Leg, 
HE. 
Nay, if bawling, caterwawlinj^. 
Tittle tattle, prittle prattle, 
Siillmuft rattle j 
IU be gone, and ftraight aboard. . 

s h e; 

Do, do, andioflrallH^andS^ 
3fygtoo, and all the ragged Crew. 



SO N G LXIV. 

HE. 

SINCE Times are f o bad, I mud tell thee, Sweety 
heart, 
I'm thinking to leave off my Plough and my Cart, 
And to the fair City a Journey I'll go, 
To better my Fortune, as other Folks doi. 
Since fome have from Ditches, 
And coarie Leather Breetches, 

Been rais'd to be Rulers, 
And wallow'd in Riches, 
Fray thee, come, come, come, come from thy Wheelf 

For if the Gipfies don't lye, 
I Qiall be a Governor too e'er I die. 

S H E. 
Ah Colin ! by all thy late Doings I find, 
With Sorrow and Trouble, the Pride of thy Mind | . 
0ur Sheep now at random disorderly run, 
And now Sunday's Jacket goes every Day on; 
Ah I what do'ft thou, what doft thou, what do'ft thoa 
mean I 

H E : 



( m ) 

HE 
To make my Shoes clean, 
And foot it to Court tothe King and the Queen, 
Where, fhewing my Parts, I Preferment fhallwia* 

SHE. 
Fie ! 'Tis better for us to plough and to fpin $ 
For, astotheCourr, when thou happen'fl: to try, 
Thou'lt find nothing got there, unlefs thou can'ft buy y 
For Money, the Devil and all's to be found, 
But no good Parts minded without the good Pound; 

HE. 
Why, then I'll take Arms, and follow Alarms, 
Hunt Honour, thatnow-a-daysplaguily charms. 

SHE. 
- And fo loft a Limb by a Shot or a Blow, 
And curfe thy felf after for leaving the Plough,, 
HE. 
Suppofe I turn Gamefter ? 

SHE., 
So cheat and behang'd. 
HE. 
What think 'ft of the Road thenr 

SHE. 
The high Way to be hang'd^ 
HE. 
Nice Pimping howe'er yields Profit for Life ; 
1*11 help fonae fine Lord to another's fine Wife* 

SHE. 
That's dangerous too amongft the Town-Crew ; 
For fome of them will do the fame Thing by you $ 
And then I to cuckold ye may be drawn in ; 
Faith Colin, 'tis better I fit here and fpin. 

HE. 
Will nothing prefer me, what think'ft of the Law ? 

SHE. 
Oh! while you live Colin, keep out of that Paw. 

H& 



( ill ) 

HE. 
I'll cant and I'll pray. 

SHE. 
Ah/ there's nought got thatway 5 
There's no one minds now what thofe black Cattle fay 
Let all our whole Care be our farming Affair : 

HE. 
To make our Corn grow, and our Apple-Trees bear. 

Both. 
Ambition's a Trade no Contentment can fhow» 
SHE. 
So I'll to my Dill aff. 

HE. 
And I'll to my Plough. 

Both Agai tr.. 
Let all our whole Care, &c. 



SONG XLV. 

HE. 

WHERE Oxen do low* 
And Apple-Trees grow 1 
Where Corn is fown. 
And Grafs is mown $ 
Fate give me for Life a Place. 

SHE. — — 

Where Hay is well cock'd. 
And Udders are ftroak'd 5 
Where Duck and Drake 
Cry, quack, quack, quack $ 
Where Turkeys lay Eggs, 
And Swine fuckle Pigs j 
0h t there I would pals my Days* 1 

HE, 



( HP ) 

HE, 
On nought we will feed, 
But what we can breed : 

SHE. 
And wear on our Backs 
The Wool of our Flocks j 
And tho* Linnen feel 

Rough, (pun from the Wheels 4 . ■. -£} : 

'Tis cleanly tho* coarfe it comes. 
HE. 
Town Follys and Cullys, 
And Mollys and Dollys, 
For ever adieu, and for ever s 

SHE. 
And Beaux, that in Boxes 
Lye fmuggling their Doxies, 
With Wigs that hang down to their BugrjsJ 
HE, 
Goodb'ye to the Mall, 
The Park and Canal, 
St. James's Square, 
And Flaunters there, 
The Gaming Houfe too,' 
Where high Dice and low 
Aremanag'd all by Degrees. 

SHE, 
Adieu to the Knight 
Was bubbled laft Night,. 
That keeps a Blowze, 
And beats his Spoufe, 
And then in great Hade, 1 
To pay what he'as loft, 
Sends home to cut down his Trees s. 
HE, 
And well fare the Lad 
Improves ev'iy Clod, WhQb 



( z$o ) 

Who ne'er lets his Hand 
To Bill or to Bond : 

SHE, 
Nor barters his Flocks, 
For Wine or the Pox, 

To choufe him of half his Days. 
HE. 
But filling and fowling, 
And hunting and bowling, 
His Paftime is ever and ever. 

S HE. 
WhofeLips, when ye bufs'em*. 
Smell like the Bean BlofTonvj 

©h ! he it's (hall have my Praife.. 
H E. 
To Taverns, where goes 
Sour Apples and Sloes, 
A long Adieu! 
And farewel too 
The Houfe of the Gf eatj 
Whofe Cook has no Meat, 

And Butler can't quench my Thirih 
SHE. 
Farewel to the Change, 
Where Rantipoles range j 
Farewel cold Tea, 

And Ratafee, 
Hide-Park, where Pride 
In Coaches ride, 

A^tho* they be choak'd with Duft. , 
HE. 
Farewel the Law-Gown, 
The Plague of the Town, 
And Foes of the Crown, 
-Thatfhoii'd he rundowns* 



SHE. 



( Itf I I 

SHE. 

With City Jack-daws, 
That make ftapleLaws, 

To meafure by Yards and Ells. 
HE. 
Stock-jobbers and Swobbers, 
And Packers andTackers, 
For ever adieu, and for ever ; 
We know what you're doing j 
And home we are going $ 

^nd fo you may ring your Bells. 



SONG XLVL 

HE. 

OF all Comforts I mifcarryM, 
When I play'd the Sot and marry'd » 
TisaTrap there's none need doubt on't, 
Thofe that are in, would fain get out on't. 

SHE. 
Fie! my Dear, pray come 10 Bed, 
That Napkin take, and bind your Head, 
Too much Drink your Brains has dos'd, 
You'll be quite alter'd when repos'd. 

HE. 
Oons ! 'tis all one if I'm up or lie down, 
For as foon as the Cock crows I'll be gone. 

SHE. 
pis to grieve me, thus you leave me, 
*Was I, was I made a Wife to lie alone? 

Hi. 
From your Arms myfelf divorcing, 
I this Morn muft ride a courfing, 
A Sport that far excels a Madam, 
Or all the Wives that have been fince Mam, 



SHE* 



( l6l ) 

SHE. 
I, when thus I've loft my Due, 
Muft hug ray Pillow wanting you } 
And whilft you tope it all the Day, 
Regale in Cups of harmlefsTea. 

HE. 
Pox, what care 1 \ drink your Slops till you die ; 
Yondei-'s Brandy will keep me a Month from home* 

5HE, 
If thus parted, I'm broken hearted j 
When I, when I fend for you, my Dear, pray corned 

HE. 
E*er I'll be from rambling hindred, 
I'll renounce>my Spoufe and Kindred* 
To be fober I've no Leifure, 
What's a Man without his Pleafure > 

SHE. 
To my Grief then I muft fee, 
Strong Wine and Nantz my Rivals be j 
Whilft you caroufe it with your Blades, 
Poor I fit ftitching wiih my Maids. 

HE. 
tDons! you may go to your GofUps, you know, 
And there, if you meet with a Friend, pray do. 

SHE. 
<Jo, ye Joker, go, Provoker, 
Never, never mail I meet a Manlike you. 



p 



SONG XLVIL 



R E TT Y Parrot, fay, when I was away, 
And in dull Abfence paft the Day, 
What at home was doing? 

With 



( 2SJ ) 

With Chat and Play 
We were gay, 
N;ght and Day 
Good C heer and Mirth renewing^ 
Singing laughing all, like pretty pretty Poll* 

Was no Fop fo rude, boldly to intrudes 
And like a faucy Lover wou'd 
Court and teaze my Lady ? 
A thing you know, 
Made for fhow :S) 
Call'd a Beau, 
Near her was always ready, 
Ever at her call, like pretty pretty Poll. 

Tell me with what Air, he approach'd the Fair* 
And how fhe could with Patience bear, 
All he did and utter'd ? 
Hefiilladdrefs'd, 
Still earefsd, 
Kifi'd and prefs'd, 
Sung, prattVd, laugh 'd and flutter* d« 
Well receivd in all, like pretty pretty Pol & 

©id he go away, at the Clofe of Day, 
Or did he ever ufe to flay, 
In a Corner dodging .* 
The Want of £>ight, 
When 'twas Night, 
Spoil* d my Sight-, 
But I believe his Lodging 
Was within her Call, like pretty frttty Poll. 



SONG 



SONG XL VIII. 

Sung By Pinkanello, Merry-Andrew to Leverigo tfo 
Mountebank Doclor. 

HERE are People and Sports, 
Or all Sizes and Sorts, 

Coach'd Dam/el and Squire, 

And Mob in the Mire, 

Tarfaulians, Trugmallions, 

Lords, Ladies, Sows Babies, 
And Loobies in S sores j 

Somehawling, fome bawling, 

Some leering, fome fleering, 

Some loving, fome moving, 
With Legions of ftirbelow'd Whores?, 

To the Tavern fome go, 

And fome to a Show, 

See Poppets for Moppets, 

Jack-Puddens for Cuddens, 

Rope-dancing, Mares prancing, 

Boats flying, Quacks lying, 

Pick Pockets, pick Plackets, 
Beafts, Butchers, and Beaux', 

Tops prattling, Dice rattling, 

Rooks fhamming, Vutts damning, 

Whores painted, Masks tainted 
In Tally-man's furbelow'd Cloaths. 

The Mob's Joys wou'd ye know, 
To yon Muftck-houfe go, 
See Taylers and Sailors, 
Whores oily and doily 

Meat 



( i&f ) 

Hcarmufick makes you fick; 
Some skipping, fome tripping. 
Some fmoaking, fome joakings 

LikeSpiggit and Tap; 

Short meafure, ftrange Pleafure, 
Thus billing and (willing. 
Some yearly get fairly 

Bor Pairings, Pig, Pork, and a Clap. 



The Second Part. 



SE E, Sirs, fee here ! a Dottor rare, 
Who travels much at home .' 
Here take my Pills, they cure all Ills, 

Paft, prefent, and to come $ 
The Cramp, the Stich, the Squirt, the Irch 5 

The Gout, the Stone, the Pox, 
The Mulligrubs, the wanton Scrubs, 
And all Pandora's Box : 
Thoufands I've differed, 
Thoufands new ere£ted, 
And fuch Cures effefted, 
As none e'er can tell ; 

Let the Palfy fhake ye, 
LettheCholick rake ye, 
Let the Crinkoms break ye, 
Let the Murrain take ye, 
Take this, take this, and you are well; 
Thoufands, Sec. 

Come 7^/5 Co keen, devour'd with Sp^eem, 
And Beaux who've fprain'd your Backs, 

Great-belly'd Maids, old founder'd Jades, 
And pepper'd Vizard Cracks j 
M 



( 166 ) 

IfoonremovethePainsof Love, 

And cure the amorous Maid, 
The hot, the cold, the young, the old, 

The Living and the Dead j 
I clear the Lafs with Wainfcot-face, 

And fromPim-gennets free, 
Plump Ladies red like Saracen's Head 

With toping Ratafee. 
This, with a Jirk, will do your Work, 

And fcour yeo'er and o'er } 
Read, judge, and try? and if you die, 

Never believe me more. 



SONG XLIX. 

OH! thecharming Month of May, 
When the Breezes 
Fan the Trees, is 
Full of BlofTbms frefh and gay: 
Ohi the charming Month of May, 
Charming^ charming Month of May. 

Qh ! what Joy our Profpects yield. 

When in new Livery 

Wa fee every 
Bufla and Meadow, Tree and Field : 
Oh\ what Joy, &c. Charming Joys , See* 

Oh ! how frefh the Morning A if, 

W hen the Zephyrs, 

And t he Heifers 
Their odoriferous Breath compare? 
Oh I how frgjk, &c. Cbarmiw frefh, &$. 

@h| 



( *«7 ) 

Oh ! how fweet at Night to dream, 

On MofTy Pillows, 

By the Trillows 
Of a gentle purling Stream : 
Oh ! how fweet, &c. Charming fweet, &ei 

Oh! how kind the Country Lafs, 

Who, her Cow bilking, 

Leaves her Milking _.. 

For a Green-gown on the Grafs ; 
Oh\ how kind, Sec. Charming kind, &c» 

Oh ! how fweet it is to fpy, 

At the Conclusion, 

Her deep Confufion, 
BlufhingCheeks- and down-cart Eye: 
Oh\ how fweet, &c. Charming fweet, &c. 

Oh ! the charming Curds and Cream, 

When all is over, 

She gives her Lover, ^ 

Who on the Skimming-Difh carves her Name; 
Oh ! the charming Curds and Cream, 
Charming, charming, &c. 



SONG L. 

CUPID, God of pleaflngAnguifh, 
Teach th' enamour'd Swain to languifh, 
Teach him fierce Defires tO know j 
Heroes would be loft in Story, 
Did not Love infpire their Glory, 

Love does all that'* great below. 

Mz SONS 



* 



( m ) 

SONG LI 

MY Chide, why do ye flight rae, 
Since all you ask you have ; 
No more with Frowns affright me, 

Nor ufe me like a Siave : 
Good-Nature to difcover, 
Ufe well your faithful Lover, 
I'll be no more a Rover, 
But conftant to my Grave. 

Could we but change Conditions, 
My Grief would all be flown j 

Were 1 the kind Phyfician, 
And you the Patient grown : 

All own you're wond'rous pretty, 

Well fhap'd, and alfo witty, 

Enforc'd with generous Pity, 
Then make my Cafe your own. 

The Silver Swan, when dying, 

Has moft melodious Lays, 
Likehim, when Life is flying, 

In Songs I'll end my Days : 
Em know, thou cruel Creature, 
My Soul (hall mount the fleeter, 
And I fhallfing the Tweeter, 

By warbling forth thy Praife. 



SONG LIL 

N this Grove myStrefhon walk'd, 
Here helpv'd, and there he talk'dj 
Here helov'4, &c. 

In 



( iS» ) 

In this Place his Lofs I prove, 

A fad Remembrance ot our Love : 

Oh ! lad Remembrance of our Love. 

In this Grove my Strephm ftray'd, 
Here he fmjl'd, and there betray'd, 

Here he fm'ifd, &c. 
Every whifpering Breeze can tell, 
How I, poor I believing, fell ; 
Ah! by too foon believing, fell. 

By this Stream my Strephm mov'd, 
Herehefung, and there he lovM* 

Here he fungt Sec. 
Every Stream and every Tree 
Cries out, perfidious cruel he, 
And helplefs poor forfaken Che,' 

On this Bank myStrephonleavi'd, 
A lovely Foe, but faithlefs f riendj 

A lovely Tee, Sec. 
Yc verdant Banks, each Stream and Grove, 
Once joyous Scenes, now difmal prov e, 
Since Strephon's falfe to me and Love. 



song Lin. 

TRanfported with Pleaftire, 
I gaze on my Treafure, 
And ravifh'd my Sight 5 
While (he gayly fmiling, 
My Anguifh beguiling, 
Augments my Delight. 

M % Hat* 



S 



C 27° I 

BowbleCUsaLover, 
\^hofe Torments are over, 

His Fears and his Pain ; 
When Beauty relenting, 
Repays with confentircg, 

Her fcorn and Difdain! 



SONG LIV, 

A Quire of bright Beauties 
In Spring did appear 9 
To chufe a May-Lady 

To govern the Year j 
All the Nymphs were in white, 

And the Shepherds in green, 
The Garland was given, 

And Phillu was Queen 1 
But P/«7//>*£fuf edit, 

And fighingdidfay, 
I'll not wear a Garland 

While -PajtU a way. 

While Pan and fair Syrinx 

Are fled from the Shore, 
The Graces are banifh'd, 

And Love is no more : 
ThefoftGodof Pleafure 

That warm'd our Deilrss, 
Has broken his Bow, 

And extinguiuYd his Fires 1 
And vows that himfelf 

And his Mother will mourn, 
P a n and f a i r S y r inx. 

la Triumph return; 



For- 



( *fi ) 

Forbear your Addreffes, 

And court us no more \ 
For we will perform 

What the Deity fwore i 
But ir you dare think 

Of deserving our Charms* 
Away with your Sheep-hooks,. 

And take to your Arms ; 
Then Laurels and Myrtles 

Your Brows (hall adorn, 
When Pan and fair Syrinx 

In Triumph return. 



SONG LV. 

AS charming Clara walk'd alone, 
The feather'd Snow came for'tly down, 
Like Jove defcending from his Tower, 
To court her in a (liver Shower: 
The mining Flakes-flew to her Breads, 
As little Birds into their Nefts i 
But being outdone with Whitenefs there - , 
For Grief diilolv'd into a Tear, 
Thence lowing down her Garoient^ Utm t 
To decklw, tvo^imoaGeui, 



SONG LVI. 

YE Beaux of Pleafure, 
Whofe Wit atLeifure, ~~~ 

Can count Love's Treafure, 
Its Joy andfmartj 



( *72 >: 

At my Defi-re, 
With me retire, 
To know what Fire 
Confumesmy Heart* 

Three Moons that haded* 
Are hardly wafted* 
Since Iwasblafted 

With Beauty's Ray. 
.Aurora {hews ye 
No Face Co Rofie, 
No^iyPoile 

So frefh and gay. 

Her Skin by Nature* 
No Ermin better, 
Tho* that fine Creature 

Is white as Snow : 
With blooming Graces 
Adorn'd her Face is, 
Her flowing Trebles 

As black as Sloe. 

She's tall and flender, 
She's foft and tender, 
Some Gods commend her* 

My Wit's too low: 
'Twere joyful Plunder, 
To bring, her under, 
She's all a Wonder 

From Top to Toe. 

Then ceafe, ye Sages, 
To quote dull Pages, 
That in all Ages 

Our Minds are frees 



t *75 > 

Tho' great your Skill is s 
So ftrong the Willis, 
My Love for P£///« 
Muft ever be. 



SONG LVII, 

ON E Evening as I lay, 
A mufing ia a Grove* 
A Nymph exceeding gay, 

Came there to feek her Love 5 
But finding not her Swain, 

She fat her down to grieve, 
And thus fhe did complain, 
How Men her Sex deceive. 

Believing Maids, take care 

Of falie deluding Men, 
Whofe Pride is to enmare 

Each Female that they can 
My perjur'd Swain he fwore 

A thoufand Oaths to prove* 
(As many have done before) 

How true he'd be to Love. 

Then Virgins, formySake, 

Ne'er truft falfe Man again, 
The Pleafure we partake, 

Ne'er a nfwers half the Pain 5 
Uncertain as the Seas, 

Is their unconilantJMind, 
At once they burn or freeze, 

Still changing like the "Wind. 

M 5 When 



( m. > 

When me had told net Tale,. 

Companion feiz'd ray Heart, 
AndCw/iidid prevail 

With me, to take her Parts 
Then bowing to the Fair, 
1 T made my kind Addrefs, 
And vow'd to bear a Share 

in her Unhappinefs. 

Surpriz'd at flrfl: (he rofe, 

And ftrovefrom me to fly : 
Itoldherl'ddifclofe 

For Grief a Remedy * 
Then, with a fmiling Look,, 

Said (he, to afiwage the Storm* 
1 doubt you've undertook 

A Task you can't perf©roi» 

Since Proof convinces bed, 

Fair Maid, believe it true,. 
That Rage is but a Jeft, 

To what Revenge can do v 
Then ferve him in his Kind, 

And fit the Fool again j 
Sach Charms were ne'er defign'd, 

For fuch a faithlefs Swain. 

1 courted her with Care, 

Till her foft Soul gave way, 
And horn her Breaft fo fair, 

Stole the fweet Heart away : 
Then (he with Smiles confefs'd, 

Her Mind felt no more Pain, 
While fhe was t'uscarefs'd 

By fuch a lovely Swain.. 



S €> N 



( w ) 



SONG LVIII. 

DO notasfc me, charming ?hillis e 
Why I lead you here alone, 
By this Bank of Pinks and Lillies, 
And of Rof es newly blown* 

Tis not to behold the Beauty, 

Of thefe Flowers that crown the Spring 
'Tis to but I know my Duty, 

And dare never name the Thi ng„ 

Tis at Worft but her denying, 
Why fhou'd I thus fearful be ? 

Every Minute gently flying, 

Smiles and fay Si mak'eufeof me.. 

What the Sun does to the Rofes, 

While the Beams play fvveetly ia, 
Lwould,^— but my Fear oppofes, 
ft And I dare not name the Thing, 

Yet I die if I conceal it j 

Ask my Eyes j or ask your owa» 
And if neither can reveal it, 

Think what Lovers think alone. 

On this Bank of Pinks arid Lillies, 
Might I fpeak what I would do„ 

Jiwoa'd— — with my lovely Phillis, 
Iwou'dj Iwou'd Ah! wou'dyou, 



SONG 



(•Z 7 6) 



SON G LIX. 

PHIL LIS the faireft of Love's Foes, 
Tho' fiercer than a Dragon, 
Fhillis that fcorn'd the powder'd Beaux, 
What has fhe now to brag on ? 
What has fhe now to brag on ? 
What has [he y Sec. 
So long fhe kept her Limbs fo clofe, 
Till they have fcarce a Rag on. 

Gompell'd thro' Want, the wretched Maid 

Did fad Complaints begin, 
^Vhich fuily Strephon hearing, faid. 

It was both Shame and Sin, 

It was both Shame and Sin, 

It was both, &c. 
To pityfuchalazy Jade, 

Wou'd neither kifsnor/pin. 1 



SONG LX. 

WHEN Chloe we ply, 
Wefwearwemalldi'e, 
Her Eyes do our Hearts fo enthral j 
But 'tis for her Pelf, 
And not for her f elf; 
fTis all Artifice, Artifice all. 

The Maidens are coy, 
They'll £ifh! and they'll fie! 

And 



C *77 ) 

And fwear, if you're rude, they will calf* 

But whifper To low, 

By which you may know, 
*Tis-all Artifice, Artifice all. 

My Dear, the Wives cryv 

If ever you die, 
To marry again I ne'er fhall 1 

Butlef&thana Year, 

Will make it appear, 
'Tis all Artifice, Artificeall. 

In Matters of State, 

And Party Debate, 
For Church and for Juftice We bawl 5^ 

But if you'll attend, 

You'll find in the End, 
'Tis all Artifice, Artifice all: 



SONG LXL 

The Parfon among the Pea/ei. 

ON E long Whitfon Holy-day, 
Holy-day, Holy-day, it was a jolly Day., 
Young Ralph buxom Phiitida,, 
"Shilllda, ah welladay ! 

Met in the Peafe j. 
They long had Community, 
He lovM her, fhe lov'd him, 
Joyful Unity, nought but Opportunity 
Scanting was wanting, 

Their Bofoms to eafc. 



C2 7 8) 

Butnow fortune's Cruelty, Cruelty' 
You will fee - ? for as they lie^ 
InclofeHug, SirDomint 
Gemini Gomini 

Chanc'd to comefyi 
He read Prayers i* the Family, 
No Way now to frame a Mfifc- 
They fcar'd at old Homily 9 . 
Homily* Homily* 

Both away fly* 

Home, foon as he f aw the Sight, . 

Full of Spight, as a Knight, runs the Rechabi*e 3 

Like a noify Hypocrmt- 

Hypocrite, Hypocrite, 

Mifchief to /ayj 
Save h« wou'd fair Phillida, it 
Phillida, Phillida dreft that Holy-day 3 
But poor Ralph, ah, welladay ! 
Welladay! welladay* 

Turned was away. 

Ads Nigs, cries Sir Doming- 
Gemini Gomini, (hall a Rogue flay. 
To baulk me, as commonly, 
Commonly, commonly. 

Has been his Way e 
No, I few e the Family, 
They know nought to blame me bj, 
I read Prayers and Homily, 
Homily, Homily, 

Three. Times a Day. 



y'oNti 



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SONG LXII.. 

HO W happy are we,. 
Who from thinking.are free, 
That curbing Difeafeof the Mind ? 
Gan indulge every Tafte, 
Love where we like beft, 
Not by dull Reputation confinM* 

When we are young; fit to toy, , 

Gay Delights we enjoy, 
And have Crowds of new Lovers (till wooing 5 

When we are old and decay'd, 

We procure for the Trade, 
Still in every Age we are doing, . 

If a Gully we meet,, 

We fpend what we get 
Every Day, for the next never think' $ 

When we die, where we go 

We have no Senfe to know, 
lor a Bawd always dies in her Drink; 



SONG LXIIL 

ONE April Morn, when from the Sea 
"Phoebus was juft appearing*. 
Damon and Celia young and gay, 
Long fettled Love endearing, 
Met in a Grove to vent their Spleen 

On Parents unrelenting 5 
He bred of Tory Race had been,. 
She of the Tribe Dilating. 



( i8o > 

Ctlia, whofe Eyes outfhone the God 

Newly the Hills adorning, 
Told him, Mamma would be ftark mad* 

She miffing Prayers that Morning ; 
Damon, his Arm about her Waift, 

Swore, tho* nought mould them funder, 
Shou'd my rough Dad know how I'm blefl* 

'Twou'd make him roar like Thunder. 

Great Ones made by Ambition blind, 

By Fa&ion ft ill fupport h; 
Or where yile Money taints the Mind, 

They for Convenience court it : 
But might Love that fcorns to (hew 

Party mould raife his Glory, 
Swears he'll exalt a Vaffal true, 

Let him be Whig or Tory, 



SONG LXIV. 

AMongft the Willows on the Grafs, 
Where Nymphs and Shepherds lie^ 
Young Willy courted bonny Be/s, 

And N*// flood lift ning by 5 
Says Will, we will not tarry 
Two Months before we marry. 
No^ no, fie no, never never tell me Co} 

For a Maid I'll live and die : 

Says Nell, fojhallnot 1, 

Says Nell, 6cc. 

Long time betwixt Hope and Defpair^ 

And Kifles mixt between, 
He with a Song did charm her Ear, 

Thinking (he chang'd had beenf 



Say I- 



( a% > 

SzysWU, XwantaBleffmg, 

Subftantialler than kifiing. 

No, no, fie no, never never tell me Co» 
For I will never change my Mind: 
Says Nell, JheHlprovs more kind, 
SapTRtW, &c. 

Smarting Pain the Virgin finds, 

Altho* by Nature taught, 
When fhe firft to Man inclines : 

Jggoth Nell, I'll venture that. 
Oh ! who wou'd lofe a Treafure/ 
Forfucha puney Pleafure! 
Not I, not I, no, a Maid I'll live and die^ 

And to my Vow be true. 

Qnotb Nell, the mors Fool you, 

«£*<>/£ Nell, &c. 

To my Clofet Til repair, 

And read on godly Books, 
Forget vain Love, and worldly Care," 

«2«0/£Nell, that likely looks i 
You Men are all perfidious, 
But I will be religious, 
Try all, fly all, and while 1 breath defy all, 
Your Sex I now defpife. 

&*y;Nell, by Jove, Jhelyes, 

Say^Nell, 6cc. 



SONG LXV. 

S BLIND A fure's the brighteft Thing, 
That decks the Earth, or breathes our All* $ 
Mild are her Looks like opening Spring, 
And like the blooming Summer fair. 



£'-* 



( ^1 ) 

But then her Wit's Co very final), 
That all her Charms appear to JTe, 

Like glaring Colours on a Wall, 
And ftiike no f mtaer than the Eye. 

Our Eyes luxurioufly fhe treats, 
Our Earsare abfent from the Feafr* 

One Senfe is lurfeited with Sweets, 
Starv'd ordifguited are the reft. 

So have I feen with Afped bright, 
And taudry Pride, a Tulip fwell, 

Blooming and beauteous to the Sight, 
Dull and infipid to the Smell. 



S O N G LXVI. 

A Trifling Song ye fhall hear, 
Begun with-a Trifle and ended j. 
All trifling People draw near, 
And I fhall be nobly attended. 

Were it not fov Trifles a tew, 

That lately came into Play, 
The Men wofcl J want fomcthing to do, 

The Women want fomething to fay» 

What makes Men trifle in drefling ?. 

Becaufe the Ladies they know, 
Admire, by often carefling 

That eminent Trifle, a Beau Sj 



Wfeea 



( ** ) 

When the Lover his Moments has trifled^ 
TheTrrfleof Trifles to gain, 

No fooner the Virgin is rifled,. 
But a Trifle fhall part them again, 

What Mortal wou'd ever be able, 
At White's half a Moment to fit ? 

Or who is't could bear a Tea-tabte, 
Without talking Trifles for Wit ? 

The Court is from Trifles fecure, 
Gold Keys are no Trifles, we fee § 

White Rods are no Trifles, I'm fur a, 
Whatever their Bearers may be, 

But if you will go to the Place, 
Where Trifles abundantly breed j 

The Levee will fnew you his Grace 
Makes Promifes Trifles indeed 1 

A Coach with fix Footmen behind;, 

I count neither Trifle nor Sin j 
But, ye Gods ! how oft do we find 

A fcandalous Trifle within. 

A Flask of Champaign People think it 
ATrifle, orfomething a&bad ; 

But if you'll contrive how to drink u s 
You'll find it no Trifle, Egad. 

A Parfon's a Trifle at Sea, 
A Widow's a Trifle in Sorrow j 

A Peace is a Trifle To-day, 

To break it a Trifle To-morrow. 



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( *8 4 ) 

A Black-Coat a Trifle may cloak, 
Or to hide it the Red may endeavour j 

Bur if once the Army is broke, 
We (hall have more Trifles than ever. 

The Stage is a Tiifle they fay, 
The Rcafon pray carry along 5 

Becaufe that at every new Play, 

The Houfe they with Trifles fo throng. 

But with People's Malice to trifle, 

And to fet us all on a Foot j 
The Author of this is a Trifle, 

And his Song is a Trifle to boot. 



SONG LXVII, 

FROM grave LefTons and Reftraint* 
I'm ftole out to revel here 5 
Yet I tremble and I faint, 
In the middle of the Fair* 

Oh! would Fortune in my Way 
Throw a Lover kind and gay j 
Now's theTime he foon might move 
A young Heart unus'd to Love. 

Shall I venture ? No, no, no, 
Shall I from the Danger go \ 
Oh! no, no, no, no, no, 
Irnuftnottry, I cannot fly, 
1 aauft not a durft not, cannot &y» 

Help- 



Nfoj- ) 

Help me, Nature; help me, Art} 
Why fhould I deny my Part J 
If a Lover will purfue, 
Like the wif eft let me do 5 
I will fit him if he's true, 
If he's falfe I'll fit him too. 



SONG LXVIII. 

Women and Wine, 

SOME fay Women are like Seas, 
Some the Waves, and ibme the Rocks, 
Some the Rofe that foon decays, 

Some the Weather, fome the Cocks j 
But if you'll give me leave to tell, 
There's nothing can be compar'd Co well, 
As Wine, Wine, Women and Wine, 
They run in a Parallel, 

Women are Witches when they will, 

So is Wine, fo is Wine, 
Theymake the Statefman Iofe his Skill, 

She Soldier, Lawyer, and Divine j 
They put a Gigg in the graved Skull, 
And fend their Wits to gather Wool j 
"•TisWine, Wine, Women and Wine, 
They run in a Parallel. 

Whatis't that makes your Face fo pale, 
What is't that makes your Looks divine, 

What makes your Courage rife and fall, 
Is it not Women, is it not Wine? 



Whence 



( 1%6 ) 

Whence proceed th* inflaming Dofes, 
That fet Fire to your Kofes J 
From Wine, Wine, Women and Wine, 
They run in a Parallel. 



SONG LXIX. 

WOU'DyoucWeaWife, 
For a happy Life, 
Leave the Couit, and the Country take, 
Where Dolly and S«y, 
Young Molly and Prtte, 
Follow Roger and John, 
Whilft Harveft goes on, 
And merrily merrily rake. 

Leave the London Dames, 
(Be it fpoke to their Shames) 

To lie in their Beds till Noon, 
Then get up and ftretch, 
And paint too and patch, 
Some Widgeon to catch, 
Then look on their Watch, 

And wonder they rofe upfo foon. 

Then Coffee and Tea, 

Both Green and Bohea, 
Are ferv'd to their Tables in Plate, 

Where Tattles do run, 

AsfwiftastheSun, 

Of what they have won,* 

And who isundone 
"By their gaming and fitting up late, 



The 



( *8 7 ) 

The Lafs give me here, 

Tho' brown as myBeer, 
That knows how to govern herHouTe s 

That can milk her Cow, 

Or farrow her Sow, 

Make Butter and Cheefe, 

Or gather green Peaie 
And values fine Clo the s not a Soufe* 

This is the Girl 

Worth Rubies and Pearl, 

A Wife that will make a Man rich : 
We Gentlemen need 
No Quality Breed, 
To fquander away 
What Taxes wou'd pay 3 

VFe care not in faith for fuch. 



SONG LXX. 

YE S I could love, if I could Hod 
A Miftrefs fitted to my Mind, 
Whom neither Gold nor Pride could movej, 
To change her Virtue or -her Love: 

Loves to go neat, nottogofine, 
Loves for myfelf, and not for mine 5 
Not City proud, nor nice and coy, 
But full of Love, and full of Joy t 

; Not Childifh young, nor Beldame old, 
Not fiery hot, nor icy cold, 
Not gravely wife to rule the State, 
Not foolifh to be poimed at .- 



Not 



h 



) 

Not worldly rich, nor bafely poor, 
Norchafte, nor a reputed Whore: 
If fuchanoneyoucandifcover, 
Pray, Sir, intitle me her Lover. 



SONG LXXI. 

BLefs'd as th* immortal Gods is he, 
The Youth who fondly fits by thee, 
And hears and fees thee all the while, 
Softly fpeak and fweetly fmile. 

*Twas this bereavM my Soul of Reft, 
And raised i uch Tumults in my Breaft j 
For while I gaz'd in Tranfport toft, 
My 3reath was gone, my Voice was loft, 

My Bofom glow'd ; the fubtle Flame 
Ran quick thrO* all my vital Frame ; 
O'er my dim Eyes a Darknefs hung, 
My Ears with hollow Murmurs rung. 

In dewy Damps my Limbs were chill'd, 
My Blood with gentle Horrors thrill'd. 
My feeble Pulfe forgot to play, 
I tainted, funk, and dy'd away. 



SONG LXXII. 

YOU may ceafe to complain, 
For your Suit is in vain, 
AH Attempts you can make 
But augments her Difdain j 

She 



( **9 i 

She bids you give over 

While *tis in your Power,' 
for except her Efteem 

She can grant you no more 3 
Her heart has been long fince 

Aifauked and won, 
Her Truth is as lading 

And firm as the Sun; 
You'll find it more eafy 

YourPafiion to cure, 
Than for ever thofe fruitlefs 

Endeavours endure. 

You may give this Advice 

To the Wretched and Wife, 
But a Lover like me 

Will thofe Precepts defpife \ 
I fcorn to give over, 

Were it in my Power; 
Tho' Efteem were deny'd me, 

Yet her I'll adore, 
A Heart that's been touch'd 

Will fome Sympathy bear, 
'Twill leffen my Sorrows, 

If (betakes a Share; 
I'll count it more Honoue 

In dying her Slave, 
Than did her Affe&tons 

The Steddinefs crave. 

You may tell her HI be 
Her true Lover, tho' (he 

Should Mankind defpife 
Out of Hatred to rue. 



N 'Tis 



( apo ) 

*Tls mean to-give o'er 

'Cau(e we get no Reward a 

She loft not her Worth 
When I loft her Regard : 

My Love on an Altai- 
More noble (hall burn, 

Iftill will love on 

Without Hopes of Return j 

I'll tell her fome other 
Has kindled the Flame, 

And I'll figh for herfelf 
In another one's Name. 



SONG LXXIII. 

The Tippling Philefophers. 

DIOGENES furly and proud, 
Who fnarl*d at the Macedon Youth, 
Delighted in Wine that was good, 

Becaufe in good Wine there was Truth} 
But growing as poor as a Job, 
Unable to purchafe a Flask, 
He chofe tor his Manfion a Tub, 
And liv'd by the Scent of the Cask. 

Beraclitus ne'er would denv 
A Bumper to cherifh his Heart;' 

And when he wasrnau4iin would cry, 
Becauie he had empty'd his Quart ; 



Th©' 



( *9i ) 

Tho' fome are fo foolifh to think, 

He wept at Men's Follies and Vice, 
>Twa$ only his Cuftom to drink, 

Till the Liquor flow'd out of his Eyes. 

Democritus always was glad 

To tipple, and cherifh his Soul j .- 
Would laugh like a Man that was mad, 

When over a good flowing Bowl i 
As long as his Cellar was ftor'd, 

The Liquor he'd merrily quaff; 
And when he was drunk as a Lord, 

At them that were fober he'd laugh.' 

Wife Solon t who carefully gave 

Good Laws unto Athens of old, 
And thought the rich Croefus a Slave 

(Tho'a King) to his Coffers of Gold j 
He delighted in plentiful Bowls; 

But drinking, much Talk would decline* 
Becaufe 'twas the Cuftom of Fools, 

To prattle much over their Wine. 

Old Socrates ne'er was content, 

Till a Bottle had heighten'd his Joys, 
Who in's Cups to the Oracle went, 

Or he ne'er had been counted fo wife s 
Late Hoursiie' mod certainly lov'd, 

Made Wine the Delight of his Life, 
Or Xantippe would never have prov'd 

Such a damnable Scold of a Wife. 

Grave Seneca, fam'd for his Parts, 

Who tutor'd the Bully of Rome, 
Grew wife o'er his Cups and his Quarts, 

Which he drank like a Mifera; home 5 

N z And, 



( m ) 

And, to fhew lie lov'd Wine that was good 
To the laft: (we may truly aver it) 

He tin&ur'd his Bath with his Blood, 
Sofancy'd he dy\i in his Claret. 

Pythagoras did Silence enjoin 

On his Pupils who wifdom would feek i 
Becaufe he tippled good Wine, 

Till himfelfwas unable tofpeak; 
And when he was whimfical grown, 

With lipping his plentiful Bowl.'?, 
By the Strength of the Juice in his Crown, 

He conceiv'd Transmigration of Souls, 

Copernicus too, like the reft, 

Ueliev'd there was W'ifdom in Wine, 
And thought that a Cup of the Bed 

Made Reafon the brighter to fhine; 
With Wine he replenifh'd his Veins, 

And made his Philofophy reel ; 
Then fancy'd the World, like his Brains. 

Turn'd round like a Chariot Wheel. 

Ariftotle? that Mafter of Arts, 

Had been but a Dunce without Wine, 
And what we afcribe to his Parts,, 

1 s due to the Juice of the Vine : 
His Belly, moft Writers agree, 

Was big as a Watering-troughs 
He therefore ieap'd into the Sea, 

Eecaufe he'd have Liquor enough. 

Old Platowzs reckon'd divine, 
He fondly to Wifdom was prone; 

But had it not been for good Wine, 
His Merits had nsver been known. 



By 



By Wine we are generous made, 
It furnifhes Fancy with Wings, 

Without it we ne'er fhouM have had 
Philoiophers, Poets, or Kings. 



SONG LXXIV. 

Down among the dead Men, 

HE R E 's a Health to the King, and a lading Peace - 3 
May Fa&ion be damn'd, and Difcord ceaie y 
Come, let us drink it while we've Breath, 
For there's no drinking after Death 5 
And he that won't with this comply, 
Down among the dead Men, 
Dow n among the dead Men, 
Down, down, down, down, 
Down among (he dead Men, let him lit. 

Now a Health to the Queen, and may fhe long 
Be our firft fair Toaft to grace our Song ; 
Off wi' your Hats, wi* your Knee on the Ground, 
Take off your Bumpers all around ; 
And he that will not drink this dry, 
Down among, Sec. let him lie. 

Let charming Beauty's Health go round, 
In whom celeftial Joys are found j 
And may Confufion ftill purfue 
The fenfelefs Woman-hating Crew j 
And he that will this Health deny, 
Down among, 3cc, let him lie. 

N 3 Here's 



( 2P4 ) 

Here's thriving to Trade, and the Common-Weal, 
And Patriots to their Counrry leal ; 
But who tor Bribes gives Satan his Soul, 
May he ne'er laugh o'er a flowing Bowl 5 
And all that with fuch Rogues comply, 
Down among, 6c c. let him He. 

In fmiling Bacchus' Joys Ml roll, 
Deny no Pleafure to my Soul ; 
Let Bacchus' Health round fwiftly move, 
For Bacchus is a Friend to Love -, 
And he that does this Health deny, 
T>own among, &.c. let him lie. 



SONG LXXV. 

HE that will not merry merry be, 
With a generous Bowl and a Toaft, 
May he in Bridewell be fhut up, 
And faft bound to a Poll: : 
Let him be merry merry there, 
And "we'll be merry merry here J 
"For zvho can know wfare we (hall go. > 
To be merry another Tear g 

He that will not merry merry be, 
And take hfs Giafs in Courfe, 
May he be obliged to drink (mail Beer, 
Ne'er a Penny in his Purfe : 
Let him be merry, &c. 

He that will not merry merry be, 
With a Company of jolly Boys, 



May 



( 2i>r ) 

May he be plagu'd with a fcolding Wife, 
To confound him with her Noife : 
Let bim be merry, 6c c. 

He that will not merry merry be, 
With his Miftrefs in his Bed, 
Let him be buried in the Church-yard, 
And me put inhis Stead: 
Let him be merry , 8ce. 



SONG LXXVT. 

TOLLY Mortals, fill your Glaflesj 
Noble Deeds are done by Wine \ 
Scorn the Nymph and all her Graces : 
Who'd for Love or Beauty pine ? 

Look upon this Bowl that's flowing, 
And a thoufand Charms you'll find, 

More than in Cbloe when juft going, 
In the Moment to be kind. 

Alexander hated Thinking* 

Drank about at Council-board , 
Made Friends, and gain'd the World by drinking, 

More than by his conquering Sword, 



SONG LIX. 

SINCE we die by the help of good Wine, 
I will that a Tun be my Shrine j 
And engrave it on my Tombj 

N 4 Here 



( 2>$>6 ) 

Here lies a Body, once fo brave, | \» 

Who with drinking made his Grave, V 

Who with, dec, I <\ 

Since thus to die will purchafe Fame, 

And leave an everlaftingName, 

Since thus to die, &c. 

Drink, drink away, drink, drink away, 1 

And let us be nobly interr'd. 

Drink, drink, & c. 

Let Mifers and Slaves 

Pop into their Graves, 
And rot in a dirty Church-yard, 
And rot in adirty Churcb«yard, 
Let Mi firs, 6c c. 



SONG Lxxvnr. 

BACCHUSisa Power divine ; 
For he no fooner fills my Head 
With mighty Wine, 
But all my Cares refign, 

And droop, and droop, and fink down dead ; 
Then, then the plealing Thoughts begin. 
And I in Riches flow. 
At lead I fancy fbj 
And without Thought of Want I fing, 
Stretch'd on the Earth, my Head all around 
With Flowers, weavM into a Garland, crown 'd j 
Then, then I begin to live, 
And fcorn what all the World can fhow or give. 
Let the brave Fools that fondly think 
Of Honour, and delight 
To make a Nolle, aNoife, and %ht, 

60 



Go feek out War whilft: I feek Peace, 
Whilft I fee k Peace, feek Peace, and drink. 
Whilft I feek Peace, feek Peace, and drink j 
Then fill my Glafs, fill fill it high; 
Some perhaps think it fit to fall and die i 
But when Bottles are rang'd 

Make War with me, 
The fighting Fool (hall fee, 

When I am funk, 
The Difference to lie dead, 

And lie dead drunk j 
The fighting Fool, &c« 



SONG LXXIX. 

YE Virgin Powers, defend my Heart, 
From amorous Looks and Smiles $ 
From faucy Love, or nicer Art, 
Which mo ft our Sex beguiles. 

From Sighs and Vows, and awful Fears, 

That do to Pity move; 
From fpeaking Silence, and from Tears, 

Thole Springs that water Love. 

But if thro* Paffion I grow blind, 

Let Honour be my Guide ; 
And when frail Nature ieemsinclin'd, 

There place a Guard of Pride. 

An Heart, whofe Flames are feen, tho' pure, 

Needs every Virtue's Aid ; 
And (lie who thinks herfelffecure, 

The fooneft is beuay'd. 

K 5 SONG 



( tp8 ) 



SONG LXXX. 

WHY ftiou'd a foolifh Marriage-Vow* 
Which long ago was made, 
Oblige us to each other now, 
When Pamonisdecay'd I 
Welov'd, andwelov'd 
As long as we cou'd^ 
Till Lo ve w a s iov s d out of us both ■? 
JBut our Marriage is dead, 
When the Pleasure is fled j 
5 Twas Plea fur e fir ft made it an Oath, 

I, 1 1 have Pleafure for a Friend, 
And further Love in ftore, 
yt hat W rong lias he whofe Joys did end, 
And who cou*d give no more ? 

'Tis a Madnefs that he 

Shou'd be jealous of me, 
Or that I fnou'd bar him of another ; 

For all we can gain, 

Is to give our felves Pain, 
When neither can hinder the other. 



SONG LXXXL 

MY dear rVliftrefs has a Heart, 
Soft astheie Icine Looks me gave me, 
When with Love's refiftlefs Art, 
And her Eyes [he did enilave me i 

But 



( *£9 ) 

But her Conftancy's Co weak, 
She's fo wild and apt to wander, 

That my jealous Heart would break, 
Shou'd we live one Day afunder. 

Melting Joys about her move, 

Killing Pleafures, wounding BlifTes ; 
She can drefs her Eyes in Love, 

And her Lips can arm with KiHes : 
Angels liften when (he fpeaks j 

She's my Delight, all Mankind's Wonder • ! 
But my jealous Heart wou'd break, 

Shou'd we live one day afunder. 



SONG LXXXIL 

I*L L fail upon the Dog-ftar, 
And then purfue the Morning 3 
I'll chafe the Moon till it be Noon, 
I'll make her leave her Horning. 

I'll climb the frofly Mountain, 

And there I'll coin the Weathers 
I'll tear the Rainbow from the Sky, 

And tye both Ends together ; 

The Stars pluck from their Orbs too, 

And croud them in my Budget ; 
And whether I'm a roaring Boy , 

Let Grejham College judge it : 

While I mount yon blue Cce'tm, 

To fhun the tempting Gip£es j 
Play ac Foot-ball with the Sun and Moon, 

Andiright ye with Eclpfes. 

SONG 



( S 00 ) 

SONG LXXXIII. 



JAMES. 

PRithee, Sufan, what doft mule on s 
By this doleful Spring ? 
Youare, I fear, in love, my Dears 
Alas poor Thing! 

SUSAN. 
Truly, Jamie, I mud blame ye, 

You look Co pale and wan; 
I fear 'twill prove you are in loves 
Alas poor Man/ 

JAMES.- 
Nay, mySuty, now I view ye j 

Well 1 know your Smart, 
When you're alone youflghand groan ^ 
Alas poor Heart ! 

SUSAN. 
Jamie, hold 5 I dare be bold 

To fay, thy Heart is dole, 
And know the She as well as thee j 
Alas poor Soul ! 

JAMES. 
Then, my Sue, tell me who; 

I'll give thee Beads of Pearl, 
Andeafethy Heart of all this Smart 5 
Alas poor Girl. 1 

SUSAN. 
Jamie, no, if you fhou'd know, 

I fear 'twou'd make you fad, 
And pine away both Night and Day, 
Alas poor Lad j 



JAMES. 



( joi) 

JAMES. 

Why then, iny Sue, it is for you, 

That I burn in thefe Flames ; 
£nd when I die, I know you'll cry,, 

Alas poor James] 

SUSAN. 
Say you fo, then, Jamie, know, 

If you fhou'd prove, untrue. 
Then mull llikewife cry, 

Alas poor Sue ! 

Quoth he, then join thy Hand with mine* 

And we will wed to-day ; 
I do agree, here 'tis, quoth fhe, 

Come let's away. 



SONG LXXXIV, 



WHEN, lovely Pkillis, thou art kind, 
Nought but Raptures fill my Mind 5. 
'Tis then I think thee fo divine, 
T'excel the mighty Power of Wine :: 
But when thou infult'ft, and laughs at iny pain," 
I wafh thee away with fparkling Champaign -, 
So bravely contemn both the Boy and his Mother, 
And drive out one God by the Power of another. 

When Pity in thy Looks I fee, 
I frailly quit my Friends for thee 5- 
Perfuafive Love Co charms me then,' 
My Freedom I'd not wifh. again t 

But 



( }0t ) 

But when thou art cruel, and heeds not my Cave', 
Then ftraight with a Bumper I banifh Defpair ; 
So bravely contemn both the Boy and his Mother, 
And drive cut one God by the Power of another. 



SONG LXXXV, 



YO U that love Mirth, attend to my Song, 
A Moment you never can better employ 5 
Saw ny and Teague were trudging along, 

A bony Scots Lad and an Irijh Dear-Joy $ 
They neither before had feen a Wind-mill, 
Nor had they heard ever of any fuch Name ; 
As they were a walking, 
And merrily talking, 
At la ft fey meer Chance to a Wind-mill they came. 

Haha! crysSawny, whatdo ye ca' that* 

To tell the right Name o't I am at a Lofs. 
Teague very readily anfwer'd the Scot, 

Indeed I believe it'fh Shaint Patrick's Crofs, 

Says Savny 9 ye'll find your fell meikle miftaken^ 

For it is Saint Andrew's Crofs I can fwear 5 

For there is his Bonnet, 

And Tartans hang on it, 

The Plaid and the Trews our Apoftle did wear. 

Nay, o'my Shoul, Joy, thou tellefht all Lees, 
For that I will Ihwear is Shaint Patrick'sCoatj, 

I Enee't him in Irian A buying the Freeze, 
And that I am ihure ifh the fhame that he bought; 



And 



( $0$ ) 

And he is a Shaint mufh better than ever 
Made either the Covenantm fliolemn or League : 
For o' my Shalwation, 
He was my Relafhion, 
And had a great Kindnefh for honefht poor Teague* 

Wherefore fays Teague I will by my Shoul, 

Lay down my Napfhak, and takeout my Beads, 
And under thisholy Crofs, Fet I will fall, 

And (hay Pater-nojhter, and fhomeof our Creeds i 
So Teague began with humble Devotion^ 
To kneel down before St. Patrick's Crofs j 
The Wind fell a blowing,. 
And fet it a-going, 
And it gave our Dear-Joy a terrible Tofs. 

Satvny tehee'd, to fee how poor Teague 

Lay fcrafching his Ears and roll on the Grafs, 
Swearing, it was furely the De'ils Whirlygig, 

And none (he roar'd out) of St.Patrick's Crofs a * 
But ifh it indeed, crys he in a Pamon, 

The Crofs of our Shaint that has crofht me fo fore i 
Upo' my Salwafhion, 
This fhall be a CawQiion,, 
To truft to St. Patrick's KLindnefh no more,. 

Sarony to Teague then merrily cry'd, 

This Patron of yours is a very fad Loun, 
To hit you fie a fair Thump on the Hide, 

For kneeling before him, and feeking a Boanj 
Let me advife ye to ferve our St. Andrew, 
He, by my Saul, was a fpecial gude Man j 
For fince youi: St Patrick 
Has ferv'd you fie a Trick, 
I'd fee him hung up e'er I!d ferve him again. 

SON G 



3'o 4 ) 

SONG Lxxxvr. 

MAY the Ambitious ever find 
Succefs in. Crouds and Noi'fe, 
While gentle Love does fill my Mind 
.With filent real Joys. 

May Knaves and Fools grow rich and great 3 
And all the World think them wife, 

While I lie at my Nanny's Feet, 
And all the World defpife. 

Let conquering Kings new Triumphs raife. 

And melt in Court-Delights;. 
Her Eyes can give much brighter Days, 

Her Arms much fofter Nights. 



SONG LXXXVII. 

CELId, too late you wou'd repent: 
The offering all your Store, 
Is now but like a Pardon fenr, 
To one that's dead before. 

While at the firft you cruel prov'd, 

And grant the Blifs too late, 
You hindex'd me of one I lov'd, 

To give me one I hate. 

I thought you innocent as fair, 

When firft my Court I made; 
But when your Falfhoods plain appear, i 

My Love no longer ftay'd. 

Your 



(3°r) 

Your Bounty of thefe Favours mown, 
Whofe Worth you firft deface, 
Is melting valu'd Medals down, 
And giving us the Brafs. 

O! fincetheThingwebeg'saToy, 
That's pris'd by Love alone, 

Why cannot Women grant the Joy, 
Before the Love is gone. 



SONG LXXXVIII. 

YE S, all the World will fure agree, 
He who's fecur*d of having thee* 
Will be entirely bleftj 
But 'twere in me too great a Wrong, 
To make one who has been fo long 
My Queen, my Slave at laft. 

Nor ought thefe Things to be confin'd, 
That were for publick Gooddefigh'd : 

Cou'd we, in foolifh Pride, 
Make the Sun always with us ftay, 
'T would burn our Corn and Grafs away^ 

To ftarve the World befide. 



Let not the Thoughts of parting, fright 
Two Souls which Paflion does unite j 

For while our Love does laft, 
Neither will ftrive to go away, 
And why the Devil fhould we ftay, 

When once that Love is paft, 

SON Q 



( 106 > 
SONG LXXXIX, 

MY GoddctsLydia, heavenly fair, 
As Lilly fweet, as Toft as Air, 
Letloofe thy Trefles , fpread thy Charms, 
And to my Love give frefh Alarms. 

G / let me gaze on thefe bright Eyes, 
Tho' facred Lightning from them flies, 
Shew me that foft thatiinodeft Grace, 
."Which paints with charming Red thy Face = 

Give me Ambrofia, in a Kifs, 
That I may rival ^fove in Blifs, ' 
That I may mix my Soul with thine, 
And make the Pleafure all divine. 

© hide thy Bofom's killing White, 
(The milky Way is not fo bright) 
Left you my ravifiYd Soul opprefs, 
With Beauty's Pomp, and fweet Excefs, 

Why draw'ft thou from the Purple Flood 
Of my kind Heart the vital Blood 2 
Thou art all over endlefs Charms j 
O ! take me dying to thy Arms. 



SONG XC. 

WHY we love, and why we hate, 
Is not granted us to know ^ 
Random Chance, or wiltulFate, 

Guides the Shaft from Cupid's Bow. 



If 



( 3°7 ) 

If on me Zelinda frown, 

'Tis madnefs all in me to grieve j 
Since her will is not her own, 

Why fhould I uneafy live \ 

If I for Zelinda die, 

Deaf to poor Mizella's Cries, 
Ask me not the Reafon why, 

Seek the Riddle in the Skies. 



SONG XCL 

HARK how the Trumpet founds to Battle^ 
Hark how the thundring Cannons rattle 5 
Cruel Ambition now calls me away, 
While I have ten thoufand fofr things to fay. 
While Honour alarms me, 
Young Cupid difarms me, 
And Celia f o charms me, 
1 cannot away. 

Hark again, Honour calls me to Arm?," 
Hark how the Trumpet fweetiy charms; 
Celia no more then niuft be obey'd, 
Cannons are roaring, and Enfigns difplay'd « 

The Thoughts of Promotion, 

Infpire fuch a Notion, 

Of Cel'ia's Devotion, 
I'm no more afraid. 

Guard her for me, celeftial Powers, 

Ye Gods, blefs the Nymph with happy foft Hours 1 

O may fhe ever to love me incline, 

Such lovely Perfections I cannot refignj 

Firm 



($o&) 

Firm Conftancy grant her, 
My true Love (hail haunt her, 
My Soul cannot want her, 
She's all fo divine. 



SONG XCII. 

SHALL I, wafting in Defpair, 
Die becaufe a Woman's fair ? 
Shalhny Cheeks look pale with Care,, 
5 Caufe another's rofie are ? 
Be file fairer than the Day, 
Or the flow'ry Meads in May \ 
Yet it me think not well of me, 
t What care I how fair (he be. 

Shall a Woman's Goodnefs move 
Me to perifh for her Love $ 
Op, her worthy Merits known, 
Make me quite forget my own ? 
Be (he with that Goodnefs bleft, 
As may merit Name the beft ; 

Yet it (he be not fuch to me, 

<What care I how good (he be* 

Be (he good, or kind, or fair, 
I will never more defpair ; 
If fhe love me, this believe, 
I will die e're (he fhall grieve 5 
If fhe flight me when I woo, 
Iwillfcorn, and let her go : 

So if fhe be not fit for me p . 

What care I for whom fhe Wu. 

SONG 



< jop ) 



SONG XCIII. 



AS the Snow in ValHes lying, 
Phoebus his warm Beams applying^ 
Soon diflblves and runs away j 
So the Beauties, fo the Graces, 
Of the mod bewitching Faces, 
At approaching Age decay. 

As a Tyrant, when degraded, 
Isdefpis'd, and is upbraided, 

By the Slaves he once control'd ; 
So the Nymph, if none could move her, 
Is contemn'd by every Lover, 

When her Charms are growing old, 



Melancholick Looks and whining, 
Grieving, quarelling, and pining, 

Are th' Effedts your Rigours move 3 
Soft Carets, am'rous Glances, 
Melting Sighs, tranfporting Trances, 

Are the bleft Effects of Love. 



Fair ones! while your Beauty's blooming, 
Imploy Time, left Age refuming 

What your Youth profufely lends j 
You are robb'd of all your Glories, 
Andcondemn'd to tell old Stories, 

Toyour unbelieving Friends. 



SONG 



( 3io ) 
SONG XCIV. 

FAIR Amoreth gone aftray, 
Purfue, and feek her, ev'ry Lover 5 
I'll tell the Signs Wy which you may 
The wand'ring Shepherdefs difcover. 

Coquet and coy at once her Air s 

Both ftudy'd, tho" both feem negle&edj 

Carelefs (he is with anful Care, 
Affecting too feemsunaffe&ed. 

With Skill her Eyes dart ev'ry Gjance, 

Yet change fo foon you'd ne'er fufpe& 'em } 

For (he'd perfuade they wound by Chance, 
Tho* certain Aim and Art direcl: them. 

She likes her felf, yet others hates, 
For that which in herfelf fhe prizes 5 

And while (he laughs at them, forgets 
She is the Thing that fhe defpifes. 



SONG XCV. 

DAMON, if you will believe me, 
'Tis not fighing round the Plain, 
Song nor Sonnet can relieve ye j 
Faint Attempts in Love are vain. 

Urge but home the fair Occafion, : ;; 

And be Mafter of the Field j 
To a powerful kind Invaflon, 

'Twere a Madnefs not to yield. 

Tho % 



(»« ) 

Tho* (he vows (he'll ne'er permit ye,' 
Cries you're rude, and much to blame, 

And with Tears implores your Pity j 
Be not merciful for Shame. 



When the fierce AiTault is over, 
Chloris Time enough will find 

This her cruel furious Lover, 
Much more gentle, not fo kind. 



SONG XCVL 

IF fhe be not kind as fair, 
But peevifh and unhandy, 
Leave her, Die's only worth the Cart: 
Of fome fpruce Jack-a-dandy. 



I would not have thee fuch an Afs, 
Hadft thou ne'er fo much Leifure, 

To figh and whine for fuch a Lafs, 
Whole Pride'sabove herPleafure. 



song xcvir. 

H E 

AWAKE, thou faireft Thing fn Nature, 
How can you fleep when Day does break ? 
How can you fleep, my charming Creature, 
When half a World for you are awake. 



SHE. 



SHE. 

What Swain is this that fings f o early, 

Under my Window, by the Dawn ? 
HE. 
,'Tis one, dear Nymph, that loves you dearly, 

Therefore in Pity eafe my Pain. 
SHE. 
Softly, elfe you'll 'wake my Mother, 

No Tales of Love ihe let's me hear; 
Go tell your Paflion to fome other, 

Or whifper't foftly in my Ear. 
HE. 
How can you bid me love another, 

Or rob me of your beauteous Charms ? 
^Tis time you were wean'd from your Mother, 

You're fitter for a Lover's Arms. 



SONG XCVIII. 

IN fpite of Love, at length I've found, 
A Miftrefs that can pleafe me, 
Her Humour free, and unconhVd, 

Both Night and Day fhe'll eafe me } 
No jealous Thoughts difturb my Mind, 
Tho* (he's enjoy'd by all Mankind; 
Then drink and never fpare it, 
'Tis a Bottle of good Claret. 

If you thro' all her naked Charms, 

Her little Mouth difcover, 
Then take her blulhing to your Arms, 

And ufe her like a Lover ; 

Such 



i m ) 

Such Liquor fhe*ll diftil from thence, 
As will traafport your ravifh'd Senfe s 
Then kifsand never (pare it, 
I Tis a Bottle of good Clam. 

Butbeftof all! lhe has no Tongue; 

Submifiive fhe obeys me, 
She's fully better old than young, 

And ftill to fmiHng fways me ; 
Her Skin is fmooth, Complexion black*! 
And has a moft delicious Smack j 
Then kifs and never fpareit, 
'Tis a Bottle of good Clam. 

If you her Excellence would tailed 

Be fui-e you ufe her kind, Sir, 
Clap your Hand about her Waift, 

And raife her up behind, Sirj 
As for her bottom never doubt, 
Pufh but home, and you'll find it out 5 
Then drink and never fpare it, 
[TisaBottkot good Clam. 



SONG XCIX. 



O Surprizing lovely Fair ! 
Who with Chloe can compare ? 
Sure (he's form'd for Beauty's Queen, 
Her Wit, her Shape, her Grace, her Mies, 
By far excels al! Nymphs I've Teen j 
No Mortal Eye 
Can view her nigh, 

O To* 



( IH ) 

Too exquifite for Human Sight to fee t 
Tho' fhe ne'er may be kind, 
Nor for me e'er defign'd, 

Ye tl love, Hove, Hove 

The charming She. 



SONG C 



WHEN bright Aurdict trip'd the Plain, 
How chearful then were feen, 
The Looks of every jolly Swain, 
That (trove Aurelia's Heart to gain, 
W'th Gambols on the Green ? 

Tb sir Sports were innocent and gay^ 

Mixt with a manly Air j 
They'd fing and dance, and pipe and play, 
£ach ftroveto pleafe fome different Way, 

This dear inchanting Fair. 

The ambitious Strife fhe did admire, 
• And equally approve, 
s Ti\\ Pbaotfs tuneful Voice and Lyre, 
With fofteftMufick did infpiie 
Her Soul to generous Love. 

Their wonted Spom the reft declin'd, 

Their Ans prov'd all in vain ; 
Aurelia's conusant now they find, 
The more they languiih and repine, 

The more fhe loves the Swain, 



SONG 



SONG CI. 



AWAY you Rover, 
For fhame give over 5 
You play the Lover 

So like an Afs ; 
You areforftorming, 
You think you're charming, 
Your faint performing, 
We read in your Face, 



SONG CIL 



HE, who for ever, 
Wou'd hope for Favour, 
He muft endeavour 

To charm the Fair: 
He dances, he dances, 
He da— a— a--a-a-ances, 
Hefighs, and glances, 
He makes Advances, 
Hefings, and dances, 

And mends his Air. 



SONG cm. 

G°» go, go, go,falfeflof thy Sex be gone; 
Leave, leave/ ah leave, leave me to myfelf alenel 
"W hy would you drive by fond Pretence, 
Thus to deflroy my Innocence ? 

Go, go, &c. leave, leave, &c, 

O i Youn< 



( jx« ) 

Young Celia, you too late betray'd, 
Then thus you did the Nytnph upbraid,, 
€t Love like a Dream ufber'd by Night, 
" Flies the approach of Morning Light 
Go, go, 6cc. Leave, leave, 6cc. 

She that believes Man when he fwears, 
Or leaft regards his Oaths and Prayers, 
May (lie, tond me, be moftaccurft \ 
Nay more, be fubjed to his Luft. 
Go, go, Sec. Leave, have* &c. 



S O N G* CIV. 

BELINDA, with affe&ed fen, 
Tries all the Power <5f Art-5 
Yerrinds hp^florts all in vain, 

To gain a (ingle Heart : 
Whilft Chloe in a different Way, 

Is butherfelf, to pleafe, 
And makes new Conquefts every Day, 
Without one borrowed Grace. 

Belinda's haughty Air deftroys 

Wliat native Charms inspire; 
While Chloe's artlefs mining Eyes 

Set all the World on fire. 
Belinda may our Pity movei 

But Chloe gives us Pain, 
And while Chefmiles us int-e Love," 

Her Sifter frownsin vain* 



SONG 



( 3*7 ) 
SONG CV. 



ON a Bank of Flowers, 
In a Summer Day, 
Inviting and undreft, 

In her bloom of youth, 

Fair Celia lay, 
With Love and Sleep opprefl: j 

Whea a youthful Swain, 

With admiring Eyes, 

Wifh'd that he durft 

The fweet Maid furprize j 
With a fa, la, la, la, la, &c. 
But fear'd approaching Spies. 

Ashegaz'd, 

A gentle Zephyr arofe, 
That f ann'd her Robes afide ; 

And the fleeping Nymph 

Did the Charms difclofe, 
"Which waking fhe would hide : 

Then his Breath grew fhorr P 

And his Pulfe beat high, 

He long^S to touch 

What he chane'd to fpy j 
With a fa, la, la, 6c c. 
But durft not flill draw nigh, 

All amaz'd he flood, 

With her Beauties nYd, 
And blefs'd the courteous Windj- 

Then in Whifpers figh'd, 

And the Gods defir'd, 
That Celia m ight be kind ; 

O 3 When 



(}i8) 

When withHopes grown bold 3 

He advanc'd amain s 

But (he laugh'd aloud 

In a Dream, and again, 
With a fa, la, la, 6c c. 
Repell'd the timorous Swain, 

Yet the amorous Youth, 

To relieve his foft pain, 
The (lumbering Maid carefs'd j 

And with trembling Hand 

(O fimple poor Swain !) 
Her glowing Bofom prefs'd : 

When the Virgin awak'd* 

And affrighted flew* 

Yet look'd as wi thing 

He would purfue ; 
With a fa, la, la, &c. 
But Damon imifs'd his Cue, 

Now, now repenting, 

That he had let, her fly, 
Himfelf he thusaccus'd* 

Whatadullandaftupid. 

Blockhead was I, 
That fuch a Chance abus'd 5 

To my Shame 'twill now 

On the Plains be faid, 

Damon a Virgin 

Afleep betray'd, 
With a j a, la, la, &c. 
And let her go a Maid, 



SONG 



( 3*5> ) 



SONG CVL 

WHILE filentlyllov'd, nordar'd 
To tell my Crime aloud, 
The Influence of your Smiles I fhar'd* 
In common with the Crowd. 

But when I once my Flame exprefs'd, 

In hopes to eafe my Pain, 
You fingl'd me out from all the reftv 

Tne Mark of yourDifdain. 

If thus, Cor'mna, you (hall frown 

On all that do adore, 
Then all Mankind muft be undone,. 

Or you muft fmile no more . 



S O N G CVII. 

OH! happy, happy Grove, 
Witnefsof our tender Love j 

Oh! happy, happy Shade, 

Where firft our Vows were made : 
Blufhing, fighing, melting* dying, 

Looks would charm a Jove j 
A thoufand pretty Things (hefaid, 

And all — . and all was Love : 

ButCor'mna perjur'd proves^ 

And forfakes the fhady Groves j 
Whenlfpeakoi mutual Joys, 

She knows not what I mean i 
Wanton Glances, fond CarefTes^ 

Now no more are feen, 
Since the falfe deluding Fair, 

Has left the flow 17 Green : 

O 4. Mourfh 



( 3" ) 

Mourn, ye Nymphs, that {porting play\J 
Where poor Strefbon was betray'd ; 
There the fecret Wound ffce gave, 
When I was made her Slave. 



SONG CVIIL 

THE Sages of old, 
In Prophecy told, 
The Caufe of a Nation's undoing $ 
But our new Englijh Breed, 
No Prophecies need, 
For each one here leeks hi sown Ruin* 1 

With Grumbling and Jars, 

We promote civil Wars, 
And preach up falie Tenets to many j 

We fnarl and we bite, 

We rail and we fight 
For Religion, yet no Man has any. 

Then him let's commend, 

That's true to his Friend, 
And the Church and the Senate would fettle ? 

Who delights notin B'ood, 

But draws when he fhould, 
And bravely ftands brunt to the Battle. 

Who rails not at Kings, 

Nor politick Things, 
Nor Treafon will fpeak when he's mellow* 

JBut takes a full Glafs, 

To his Country's Succefs, 
This, this is an houeft brave fellow. 

SONG 



(3*i ) 
SONG CIX. 

WE all to conquering Beauty bow^ 
It's pleafing Power admire $ 
But I ne'er knew a Face till now. 
That cou'd like yours infpirc i 
Now I may fay, I met with one, 

Amazes all Mankind ; 
And, like Men gazing oil the Sun, 
With too much Light am blind. 

Soft, as the tender moving Sighs, 

When longing Lovers meet; 
Like the divining Prophets, wife} 

Like new-blown Rofes, fweet: 
Modeft, yetgay; refer v'd, yet free j- 

Each happy Night a Bride; 
A Mien like awful Majefly, 

And yet no Spark of Pride. 

The Patriarch, to win-a Wife, . 

Chafte, beautiful and young, 
Serv'd fourteen Yeavs a painful Life,-. 

And never thought it long : 
Ah ! were you to reward fuch Care, , 

And Life fo long would ftay, 
Not fourteen, but four hundred Year-Si* 

Would feem but as one Day, 



SONG CX* 

PRjthee, Billy, be'n't fo filly, 
Thus to wafte thy Days m Griefs 
You fay, Betty will not let ye--j 
JBut can. Sorrow bring Relief } z 

Q -5 , Ltaye 



( J" ) 

Leave repining, ceafe your whining ; 

Pox on Torment, Tears and Woe : 
If (lie's tender; ftie'll furrender, 

If file's tough, e'en let her go. 



SONG CXI. 

KINDLY, kindly, thus, myTreafure, 
EVer love me, ever charm; 
Let thy PafTion know no Meafure, 
Yet no jealous Fear alarm. 

"Why fhou'd we, our Blifs beguiling, 

By dull doubting fall at ods ? 
Meet my foft Embraces fmiling, 

We'll be as happy as the Gods. 



SONG CXIL 



A Sour Reformation 
Crawls out thro' the Nation, 
While dunder-head Sages, 
Who hope for good Wages,. 

Direct us the Way. 
Ye Sons of the Mufes, 
Then c'oke your Abufes; 
And, left you fhou'd trample 
On pious Example, 

Obierve and obey. 

Time-frenzy Curers, 
And ftubborn Nonjurors, 
For want of Diverflon, 

Now fcourge the lend Times j 

They've 



( m > 

They've hinted, they've printed, 
Our Vein it profane is, 

And worft of all Crimes; 
The clod-pated Railers, 
Smiths, Coblers and Colliers, 

Have damn'd all our Rhimes. 

Under the Notion 
Of Zeal for Devotion, 
The Humour has frVd 'em, 
And Malice inf pir'd 'cm, 

To tutor the Age : 
But if inSeafon, 
You'd know the true Reafon ; 
The Hopes of Preferment, 
Is what makes the Vermin 

Now rail at the Stage. - 

Cuckolds and Canters, 
With Scruples and Banters, 
Old Oliver's Peal, 

Againft Poetry ring : 
But let State Revolvers, 
And Treaion Abfolvers, 

Excufe, if I (lug, 
The Rebel that chuf es 
To cry down the Mufes, 

Wcu'd cry down the King, 



SONG 



SONG CXIIL 

To the Tune of, To you fair Ladies now at Imd, 

I. 

TO you fair Ladies now I write, 
Of Arlington I mean., 
To you with Pleafure 1 indite, 

Bright Beauty is my Theme ; 
<0h then infpire my feebie Lays 
To fing Belinda's matchlefs Praife. 

With a fa, la., fa> fa. 

II. 
But where fhall I her Fame begin <" 

Her Feauties bow rehearfe ? 
|ier Wit exceeds what I can ling. 

In foft harmonious Verfe : 
Then fince my Mule cannot commend* 
M.y Willies ftill mall her attend. 

With a fj? la, 5c Cj., 

III. 
Whene'er fhe does a bathing go, 

Then guard her from all Harm?,. 
Nor let th' invading Waters know 

Herfecret beauteous Charms, 
Left that the Floods mould her retain, 
And chufe her Goddefs of the Main. 

iV.th afa*.la t he 

IV. 
Surprising to each dazel'd Eye, 

The Waters mew her Face, 
Nor can the lovely Brilliant Sky 

imadiam Charms furpafs, 



The 



( ?25 ) 

The Sun behind a Cloud does run, 
Finding his brightness quite outdone*. 

With afa, la, &c. 

V. 
But gentle Nymphs her Beauties hide, 

Conduft her fafe to fhore, 
For fear th' applauding rapid Tide 

Affright her with its Roar : 
Or rudely force her from your Sight, 
Then 'twou'd with me beendlefs night*. 

With afa, la, &c. 

VI. 
Whene'er to gla<I deserving Eyes> 

She dances on the Green, 
Exulting Swains with fond Surprize^ , 

Survey her graceful Mien 5 
Then gentle Zephyrs fan the Air 
To cool the blooming fprightly-Fair* 

With a fa, la, 6c c. 

VII. 
Or when to pafs a tedious Hour 

She deigns at Cards to play, 
Let Fortune fmiling fhew her Powers 

And wait on her all Day 3 
For Honours are her juft Deferts, 
Sheisherfelf the Queen of Hearts.. 

With afa, la, Sec. 

VIII. 
Ye Nymphs of Arlington I pray^ 

Let her be all your Care, 
In baching, dancing, or at play,. 

Yet Hill preferve the Fair. 
So may you ever happy prove, 
As you are tender of my Love. 

With afa, la, la, la, la. - T. 6, 

$=■ O N. G* 



SONG CXIV. 

GHLOE myBreaftdidfire,, 
Iflew to Wine forAidj 
But Bacchus did confpfre 

With Cupid and the Maid. 
1 found 'em all agreed 

To wound a roving Heart y 
Butthusmyfelf I freed, 
I kifs'd the Punk, 
Made Bacchus drunk, 
And ftole away Love's Dait.\ T. G» 



SONG CXV. 

To the Tune of, The Bonny Broom. 

I. 

WHAT gars me figh, ye often fay ? 
What gars me make fick Moan? , 
The Lad that ftole my Heart away, 

Has left me now forlorn. 
Ah I the Loon, the ~Loon, the bonny Loon, 

The Loon that fide my Heart, 
Cm IJhou'd ever fee his Fa.ce. 
We never more wcu'd parti 
II. 
All chearlefs are thy dreary Hours^ 

My Life is fpent in Woe, 
And trickling Tears like April Showers; 

Now down my Cheeks do flow. 
4hl the Loon, Sec. 

ill. 



( 3*7 > 
in. 

For blythfome Days I ne'er mun fee,. 

But weep (till and complain, 
Since he from Aberdeen does flee* 

Regard lefs of my Pain. 
Ah\ the Loon, &c. 

IV. 
To Britain's Ifle makes mickle Speed 

To woe fome Lais does hie, 
And cares not fince he has paft the Tweed, 

Whether I Jive or die. 
Ahl theLoon, &c. , 

V. 
Ah ! lovely Jockey hear my Moaiv. 

Return and fave my Life,. 
I'll work my Fingers to the Bone 

'Gin thou'lt make me thy Wife, 
'Ah ! the Loon, ckc. 

VI. 
But fince I ne'er mun hope to hear 

His wily 'witching Tongue, 
Where'er my Jockey fliou'd appear 

You'll ken him by my Song. 
'Ah I the Loon, &c. 

VII. 
Black Eye-brows do his Face adorn, 

His Teeth like Ivory white. 
His twinkling Eyes does mine ilk Morn,.. 

Like Stars, i'th' darkeft Night. 
Ah I the Loon, 6c c. 

VIII. 
His rofie Lips like filk did feel, 
When he his Leave did take, 
But ah ! his Heart is hard as Steel, 
Which gars my heart to break, 
Ah\ the Loon, & c. 



IX, 



IX. 

Ye bony Laffes Myth andfair, 

My lovely Jockey (huh, 
And of your tender Hearts lake cafe*' 

Or foon you'll be undone. 
B<y the Loon, Sec. 

X. 
With guiling Words he tells his Tale, 

And fweetly does compjain j 
But if he once with ye prevail, 

You'll feel full nine Months Pain 
By ths Loon, the Loon, the bonny Xt0on s 

The Looon thatfiole my Heart* 
Gin Ifhou'deverjee his Face, 

We never more woi?d$art\ T. G. 



SONG CXVL 



To the Tune of, The Lafs of Peaty'* MUh 

KEN yetheblythfomeLafs 
, That dwells near Aberdeen ? 
Wna f eatly treads the Grafs, 

When dancing on the Green. 
The Graces do commend 

Whene'er fhe'ginsto move P 
And Cupid does attend, 

As ihe were Queen of Love. 1 
II. 
The Bards of auld, did feign 
That Ventis was moft fair, 
But fure with fparkling Jane s 
She never couM compare y 

Met 



( 3*9) 

Her Een they fhine more bright 

Than Stars which Skies adorn, 
Than Ltuna in the Night, 

Or Phoebus in the Morn. 

III. 
Fair Lillies of the Field, 

Which grace the flow*ry Plain; 
Nor Rofes Sweetnefs yield, 

Compar'd to bonny Jane ; 
Their Colour, and their Smell 

Seernfaded and decay's!, 
As they untimely fell, 

When near the blooming Maid. 
IV. 
Iwifh na for the Wealth 

Of India's diftant Shore, 1 
Give me but her, and Health; 

And then I ask no more » 
Whilft of her Heart poffeft, 

And ruling there alone, 
I envy notthebeft 

Of Monarchsou his Throne* T.G, 



To L. M. M. 

Tune, Rantin re tiring Willkl 

OMARY\ thy graces and glance?, 
Thy fmiles fo inchantingly gay, 
And thoughts io divinely harmonious, 
Clear wit and good humour difplay. 



%m 



( n° ) 

But fay notthoul't imitate angels 

Ought fairer, tho* fcarcely, ah me ! 

Can be found equalizing thy merit, 
A match amongft mortals for thee. 

Thy many fair beauties fhed fires 

May warm up ten thoufand to love, 
"Who defpairing, may fly to fome other, 

While I may defpair, but ne'er rove. 
What a mixture of fighing and joys 

This diftant adoring of thee, 
Gives to a fond heart too afpiring, 

Who loves in fad filence like me ? 

Thus looks the poor beggar on treafure, 

And fhipwreck'd on landslips on more 
Be (till more divine, and have pity j. 

I die foon as hope is no more. 
For, M ART> my foul is thy captive, 

Nor loves, nor expects, to be tree* 
t Thy beauties are fetters delightful; 

Thy flavery's a pleafure tome. 



This is no mine am Houfe. 

THIS is not mine am houfc, 
I ken by the rigging o't ; 
Since with my love I've changed vows, 

I dinna like the bigging o't 
For now that I'm young Robie's bride,, 
And miftrefsof his fire-fide, 
Mine ain Houfe I'll like to guide, 
And j?leafe me with the trigging o s t^ 



Then 



c 331 ) 

Then farewel to my father's houfe, 

I gang where love invites mej 
The ftri&efl: duty this allows, 

When love with honour meets me \ 
When Hymen moulds us into ane,, 
My Robie's nearer than my kin, 
And to refufe him were a fm-, 
Sae lang's he kindly treats me. 

When I'm in mine ain houfe, 

True love fhall be at hand ay 
To make me ftill a prudent fpoufe* 

And let my man command ay* 
Avoiding ilka caufe of ft rife, 
The common peft of married life, 
That makes ane weaned of his wife.; 
And breaks the kindly band ay a . 



Tint a Crum of theejhe faws. 

REturn hameward, my heart, again,, 
And bide where-thou was wont to tfe,' 
Thou art a foolto fuffer pain 
For love of ane that loves not thee : 
My heart, let be ficfantafie, 
Love only where thou haft good caufe j 

Since (corn and liking ne'er agree, 
The fint a crum of thee fhe faws, 

To what eff ecT: fhould thou be thrall t 
Be happy in thine ain free will, 

My heart, be never beftial, 

gut ken wha does thee good or ill : 



At hame with me then tarry ftill, 
And feewhabeft can play their paws* 

And let the filly fling her fill, 
For fiat a cmm of thee fhe faws. 

Tho' fhe be fair, I will not fenzie, 
She's of a kind withmony maes 

For why, they are a felon menzie 
That feemeth goq>d, and are not fee. 
My heart, take neither fturt nor wae 

For Meg, for Marjory, or Maufe, 
But be thou blyth, and let her gae, 

For fint a crum of thee fhe faws. 

RemembeF how that Medea, 
Wild for a fight of Jafon yied. 

Remember how young Crejfida 
Left Troilus for Diomedsi 
Remember Helen, as we read, 

Brought Troy from blifs unto bair waws : 
Then let her gae where fhe may fpeed, 

For fint a crum of thee fhe faws, 

Becaufe fhe faid I took it ill, 

For her depart my heart was faip, 
But was beguil'd ; gae where file will, 

Befhrew the heart that firft takes care i.. 

But be thou merry, late and air, 
This is the final end and claufe, 

And let her feed and fooly fair, 
For fint a crum of thee fhe raws. 

Ne'er dunt again within my bread, 
Ne'er let her flights thy courage fpill, 

Kor gi*e a fob, altho' fhe fneeft, 
She's faireft paid that gets her will. 



She 



( in ) 

She geeks as gif I mean'd her ill, 
When fhe glaicks paughty in hei' braws j 

Now let her f nirt and fyke her fill* 
For fint a crutn of thee fhe faws. 



ToMris. E.G. 

Tune, Stue tnefry as we have bew» 

NO W Phoebus advances on high, 
Naefootftepsof winter are feenj 
The birds carrol fweet in the sky, 

And lambkins dance reels on the green.' 
Thro* plantings, by burnies iae clear, 
We wander for pleafure and health, 
Where buddings and bloffbms appear, 
Giving profpe&sof joy and wealth. 

View ilka gay i cene all around, 

That are, and that promife to be; 
Yet in them a' nothing is found, 

Sae perfect Eliza as thee. 
Thy een the clear fountains excel, 

Thy locks they out-rival the grove 5 
When zephyres thofe pleafingly fwell, 

Ilk wave makes a captive to love. 

The rof es and lillies combin'd, 
And flowers of maift delicate hue, 

By thy cheek and dear breafts are out-fhin'd, 
Their tin&ures are naitbing fo trae, 



What 



( $34 ) 

What can we compare with thy voice > 
And what with thy humour f ae fweet ? 

Nae mufick can blefs wit h fie joys } 
4>ure angels are juftfae complete, 

Fairbloflbmof ilka delight 

Whofe beauties ten thoufand out- fhine, 
Thy fweets fhall be lading and bright, 

Being mixt with fae many divine. 
Ye powers who have given fie charms 

To EJ/a«, 'your image below, 
O fave her f rae all humane harms ! 

And make her hours happily flow. 



My Dady forbad^ and my Minny forbad. 

WHen I think on my lad, 
Ifigh and am fad, 
Eor now he is far frae me. 

My dady was harm, 

My minny was warfe, 
That gart him gaeyont the fea. 

Without an eftate, 

That made him look blatej 
And yet a brave lad ishe. 

Gin iafe he come hame, 

In fpite of my dame, 
He'll ever be welcome to me. 

Love fpeers nae advice 

Of parents o'er wife, 
That fcave but ae bairn like me, 

That looks upon cafh, 

As naithing but trafh, 
That flaackles what fhou'd be free. 



And 



( 335 ) 

And tho' my dear lad 
Not ae penny had, 

Since qualities better has he $ 
Abiet I'm an heirefs, 
I think it but fair is, 

To love him, fince he loves meJ 

Then my dear %amk, 
To thy kind Jennie, 

Hade, hafte thee in o'er thefea, 
To her wha can find 
Nae eafe in her mind, 

Without a blyth fight of thee. 
Tho* my dady forbad, 
And my minny forbad, 

Forbidden I will not be 5 

For fince thou alone 
My favour haft won, 

Nane elf e fhall e'er get it for me. 

Yet them I'll not grieve. 
Or without their leave, 

Gi'e my hand as a wife to thee : 

Be content with a heart, 
That can never defert, 

Till they ceafe or oppofe to be. 

My parents may provtf 
Yet friends to our love, 

When our firm refolves they fee ; 
Then I wi:h pleafure 
Will yield up my treafure, 

And a' that lore orders to thee. 



Tune* 



(33*) 



,Tunc, Steer her up) andhadhergawn* 

O Steer her up, and had her gawn, 
Hermither'satthemill, jo; 
But gin fhe winna tak a man, 
E'en let'her tak her will, jo. 
Pray thee, lad, leave filly thinking, 

Cad: thy cares of love away ; 
Let's our farrows drown in drinking, 
'Tis daffin langer to delay. 

See that mining glafs of claret, 

How invitingly it looks ; 
Take it aff, and let's have mair o't, 1 

Pox on fighting, trade and books. 
Let's have pleafure while we're able, 

Bring us in the meikle bowl, 
Plac'd on the middle of the table, 

And let wind and weather gowK 

Call the drawer, let him fill it 

Fou, as ever it can hold : 
O tak tsnt ye dinria fpill it, 

"Tis mair precious far than gold. 
By you've drunk a dozen bumpers, 

Bacchus will begin to prove, 
Spite of Venus and her Mumpers, 

Drinking better is than love. 



Clout 



( 35? ) 

Clout the Caldron. 

HAve you any pots or pans, 
Or any broken chandlers ? 
I am a tinkler to my trade, 

And newly come frae Flanders, 
Asfcantof filler as of grace, 

Disbanded, we've a bad-run j 
Gar tell the lady of the place, 

I'm come to clout her caldron, 
Faadrie t did hi didle, 5c c. 

Madam, if you have wark for me* 

I'll do't to your contentment* 
And dinna care a fingle flie 

For any man's refentmentj 
For lady fair, tho' I appear 

To every ane a tinkler, 
Yet to your fell I'm bauld to tell* 

lam a gentle j inker. 
Faadrie, didle, didle, Sec. 

Love Jupiter into a fwau 

Turn'd, fbr his lovely Leda ; 
He like a bull o'er meadows ran,' 

To carry aff Europa. 
then may not I, as well as he. 

To cheat your Argos blinker, 
And win your love like mighty Joiil, 

Thus hide me in a tinkler. 
Taadrie, didle, didle, &c. 

Sir, ye appear a cunning mail, 

But this fine plot you'll fail in, 
For there is neither pot nor pan 

Of mine you'll drive a nail in. 

f The* 



(538) 

Then bind your budget on your back, 
And nails up in your apron, 

For I've a tinkler under tack 
That's us'd to clout my caldron, 

Faadrie, didle, d\dU % Sec. 



The Malt -Man. 

TH E malt-man comes on Munday, 
He craves wonder fair, 
Cries, dame, come gi'e me my filler, 

Or malt ye fall ne'er get mair. 
I took him into the pantry, 

And gave him fome good cock-broOj 
Syne paid him upon a gantree, 
As hoftler wives mould do. 

When malt-men come for filler, 

And gaugers with wands o'er Toon, 
"Wives, tak them a' down to the cellar, 

And clear them as I have done. 
Thisbewith, when cunzie is f canty, 

Will keep them frae making din, 
The knack I leavn'd frae an suld aunty, 

Thefnackeftofr a' my kin. 

The malt-man is right cunning;, 

But I can be as flee, 
And he may crack of his winning, 

When he clears fcores with me : 
For come when he likes, I'm ready j 

But if frae hamel be, 
Let him wait on our kind, lady, 

She'll anfwer a bill for me. 



Bonny 



( 53S> ) 
Bonny Bessy. 

Tune, Btfy's Haggles, 

E S S T's beauties mine fo bright, 
Were her many venues fewer, 
She wad ever give delight, 

And in tranfport make me view her* 
Bonny BeJJy, theealane 

Love I, aaithingelfe about thee* 
With thy comelinef s I'm tane, 

And langer cannot live without thee,' 

BE SSX's bofom's faft and warm, 

Milk-white fingers ftill employ 'd, 
Me who takes her to his arm, 

Of her fweets can ne'er be cloy'ch 
My dear Bejfy, when the rofes 

Leave thy cheek, as thou grows aulder, 
Vei'tue, which thy mind difclofes, 

Will keep love frae growing caulder. 

BESST's tocher is but fcanty, 

Yet her face and foul difeovers 
Thefe inchanting fweets in plenty 

Mud intice a thoufand lovers.- 
It'snot Money, but a woman 

©f a temper kind and eafy, 
That gives happine(s uncommon, 

Petted things can nought but teez ye. 



P a Omnia 



( 34° ) 

Omnia vincit amor* 

AS I went forth to view the fpring 
Which Flora had adorned 
In raiment fair j now every thing 
The rage of winter (corned .- 
I call mine eve and did efpy 

A youth, who made great clamor 9 
And drawing nigh, I heard him ery, 
Ah ! omnia vincit amor. 

Upon his breaft he lay along, 

Hard by a murm'ring river, 
And mournfully his doleful fong 

With fighs he did deliver j 
Ah! Jeany's face and comely grace, 

Her locks that fhin'd like Jammer,, 
."With burning rays have cut my daysj 

For omnia vincit amor, 

Herglancyeen like comets fheenj 

The morning fun out-fhining, 
Have caught my heart in Cupid's net, 

And make me die with pining, 
Durft I complain, nature's to blame, 

So eurioufly to frame her, 
Whofe beauties rare make me with care 

Cry, omnia vincit amor. 

Ye chryftal ftreams that fwiftly glide, 

Be partners of my mourning, 
Ye fragrant fields and meadows wide, 

Condemn her for her (corning : 
Let every tree a witnefs be, 

How juftly I may blame her } 
Ye chanting birds note thefe my words, 

Ah! omnia vincit amor. 



Had 



C 34' ) 

Had me been kind as fhe was fair,; 

She long had been admir'd, 
And been ador'dlfor vermes rare, 

Wh' of life now makes me tii'd. 
Thus (aid, his breath began to fail, 

He could not fpeak, but ftammer ; 
He figh'd full fore, and faid no more, 

But omnia vincit amor. 

When I obferv'd him near to death, 

I run in hafte to fave him, 
But quickly he refign'd his breath, 

So deep the wound love gave him. 
Now for her fake this vow I'll make, 

My tongue mail ay defame her, 
Wbile on hisherfc I'll write this verfe, 

Ah! omnia vincit amor* 

Straight I confider'd in my mind 

Upon the matter rightly, 
And found, tho* Cupid he be blind, 

He proves in pith mod mighty. 
For warlike Mars nor thund'ring Jfow, 

And Vulcan with his hammer, 
Did ever prove the flaves of love. 

For omnia v'mcit Amor, 

Hence we may fee the efFecls of love, 

Which Gods and men keep under, 
That nothing can his bonds remove, 

Or torments b reak afunder : 
Nor wife, nor fool, need go to fchool, 

To learn this from his grammar; 
His heart's the book where he's to look, 

For o m ma vincit amor. Q^ 

P % Ex- 



Explanation of the Scots Words. 



A' All Abiet, Albeit. Alton, Above. Ae, One. Aff, Off 
Aften, Often. Aik, Oak. Am, Own. Aith, Oath. -4*>, 
Early. AUne, Alone. Amaifi, Almoflr. Ambry, Cupboard. 
Ave, One. Anither, Another, Aw'a, Away. Anld, Old, -4- 
yont, Beyond. 

Ba\ Ball. 2W$, Both. Bane, Bone. Bannocks, Oaj> 
bread. 2?*^, Roll-bread. Bawm, Balm. Bijwfe, Baulk. 2>e- 
/?r^//5, Beedles. 'Beet, to help or repair. Bend, to drink. 
Benmfon, Bleiling. Bent, the open Fields. Bewtth, fomewhat, 
in the mean time. Birks, Birch. Bigg, Build. JWfijf, Brother. 
Bindging, Becking, Bending. Blate. Bafhful. Blazv, Blow. 
Bleexe, Blaze. Blink, Glance of the Eye. Blutter, Blunder. 
Bode, Predict. Bodin, Stored. Bot or Bift, Without. Bougil, 
founding Horns. Bountith, a Gratuity. Bowt, Bolt. Brachen, 
a fort of Broth. Bre, Riling Ground. Brankit, prim'd up. 
Braid, Broad. Brander, a Gridiron. Btaxo, Finely dreft, 
Broach, a Buckle. Brak, broken Parts, or Refute. Brow, 
the Forehead. Bruick, to love and enjoy. Bught, Sheep- 
fold. Bumift, Polifhed. tu:n, a Rivulet. Busk, todeck. But 
and Ben, be out and be in. Byer, a Cow-houfe. 

Ca, Call. Cadgie, Chearful. Caff, Calf. Id, Chaff, Camp, 
Cannot. Canker 9 *, Angry. Canny, Cautious, Lucky. Carting's, 
Old Women. Id. Boyl'd Peafe. Cauld, Cold. Cauller, Cooi, 
Frefh. Cazvk, Chalk, Clag, Failing or Imperfection Gat, 
a Rake. Claiths, Cloaths, Clafoes, Tittle tattle. Clock, a 
Bettle. Cockernony, the Hair bound tip. Cod, a Pillow. Ccft, 
Bought. Cogg, a wooden Difh. Coof, a Blockhead. Coots, 
Joint of the Ancle. Conrtchea or Kwthcea, a Handkerchief. 
Crack, to boaft. Creel, E ask et or Ham per. Crocks, lean Sheep; 
Croft, Corn -land. Crovfe, Brisk, Bold. Crowdymozvdy, a fort 
of Gruel. Crummy, a Cow's Name. Cunxie, Coin. 

Baffin, Folly, Wantonnefs Daft, Mad, Foolifli. Baxvt, 
Fondle, Carefs. Bight, to wipe. Dirtna, do not. Ding, Beat. 
Bool, Trouble. Bofind, Frozen, Cold, Borty, Haughty. Bow, 
Can, Id. Dove. Boxvna, Cannot. Bowf, Spiritlefs. Boughtnx, 
Could not Bozvy, Weary, Lonely. Brant, to fpeak fiovv. 
Brammock, Cold Gruel. Brap, Drop. Bwining decaying. 
Banting, Beating. Duke and Tangle, Sea. Plants. Dark, a 
Dagger. 

Eard, Earth. E», Eyes. JEfZi, Age. E/rt, Eafy. Eld- 
ing, Fuel. £fiw, Coufin. Eitle, Aim. Eydent, Diligent. 



< 543 ) 

Fa\ Fall. Fadge, a coarfefort of Roll- Bread. Fae, Foe. 
Fand, Found. Fangle, Newfangle, Fond of what's new. 
Farles, thin Oat-cakes. Fajh, Trouble. Faufe, Falfe. Faut, 
Fault. Fee. Wages. Feirs, Brothers. Fendy, Active, In- 
duftrious. Fenxie, Feign. Ferly, Wonder. Fey, Attended 
by a Fatality. Flee, Fly. Flanks, Flounders. Flyte, tofcold. 
Fag, Mofs. Fore, to the fore, in being or lafting. Fouth, Plenty, 
Frae, From. Fraijing, Babling with a foolifh wonder. Fox 3 
or Fu\ Full. 

Gab, the Mouth, Gabocks, large Mouthfuls. Gaberlnnxie> 
a Wallet that hangs on the Side or Loin. G«e, Gave. Id. 
Go. Gane, Gone. Gar, make or cauls Gazvfy, Jolly, Large. 
Gate, Way. Gawn, Going. Gawd, Gall\l. Id. Goad. Gawky, 
Empty, Foolifh. Gaunt, to yawn. Geek, to flout and jeer. 
Genty, Small and neat. Gin, and Gef, If. Glaive, a Sword. 
Glakit, Idle and rompifh. G/etf, Joy. (jjeei, Squinting. Gie/*, 
a Hollow between Hills. Gloyd, an oldHorle. Glower, to 
ftare. Gowfe, the Cuckow. Id. a Fool. . Gowping, Handful. 
Grai$, to grop. Id. a trident Fork lor Dung. Graith, Ac- 
coutrements. Groats, Skir/d Oats. Gutcher, Grandfather. 

Ha, Hall, Hae, Have. Ifc/, Half. Hagies, a boy I'd Pud- 
ding made of a Sheep's Pluck mine'd with Suet. Itahcket, 
Light-headed, Whimfical. Hale, Whole. Haly, Holy. 
Hame, Home. Hames, and Brechome, Wore about the Neck 
of a Cart-horfe. Hawfe, Embrace, Heexe, to lift. Hecht, 
Promifed. Heugh, any fleep Place. Hodle, to rock in walk- 
ing. Hodin, Coarfe Cloth. Hows, Hollows. Howms, Val- 
leys on River-fides. 

Jee, tojee back and again, the Motion of a Ballance. A- 
jee, Afide. lll-fard, IU-favoured or ugly. J/fe, Each. Ilka, 
Every. I«g7e, Fire. Jo, Sweetheart. Jouk, to bow. Irk, 
Weary or tired. Ire, Afraid of Ghofts. IJhocles, Iceficles. 
lfe, I mail. Ither, Other. 

Kairn or Cairp, Heaps of monumental Stones. Kame, 
Comb. Kail. Coleworts. Id. Broth. Kebuck, a Cheeie. 
Keek, Peep. .Ks»?, Know. Kepp, to catch. JOfee*?, Tuck'd 
up. Kim, Churn. Kirtle, Upper Petticoat. Kimmer, a 
fhe Goffip. Km-chie, Handkerchief. 

Lag, to fall behind. Laigh, Low. Lain Ownfelf . Laith, 
Loth. Lapperd, Crudled. Law, Low. Lawty, Juftice. Lave, 
the reft. Lee, Fallow Ground. Leefome, Lovely Lexeme, a 
Phrafe ufed when one loves or is pleafed with a Perfon. Leil, 
Exaft. Leufrh, Laughed. Lib, to geld. Lift, a Tune, Linkan, 
to move quickly. L&or, Rather. Loos, Loves. Loun, a fly 
Wencher. Lout, to bow. Lown, Calm. JUmzw, Flaming. 
Lucken, Gathered together, or clofe joyn'd to one another. 
Lyart, Hoary or Gray. 

Maik, a Mate. Mair, More. ' Maift, Moffc Makfna, it 

matters not. Maw, Mone. March, Limits or Border of 

P 4 Grounds- 



( 344) 

Map-oWj Match. Maun, Muft. Mawking, a Hare. Mavis, 
the Thrufti. Meickk or Muckle, Much. Meife, Move. 
Mends, Revenge. Menfe, Manners. Id. to decwe. Menxie % 
a Company or Retinue. Milfy, a Search for Milk. Mint, 
Attempt. Minny, Mother. Mirk, Dark. Mons-meg, a 
very large Iron Cannon in the Caftle of Edinb. capable to 
hold two People. Man, Mouth. Mou£, to eat as wanting 
Teeth. Mouter, the Miller's Toll. Muck, Dung. Mutches, 
JLinen Quoits or Hoods. 

Na and Nat, No, None. Kane, None. Nees, Nofe. Neift, 
Next. Az>&<?>-, Starve or Pinch. Nowther Neither. 

Oe, Granchild. Ony, Any. Owr//, a Cravat. Ow/Jw, Oxen. 
Pxter, Arm -pit. 

Tantny, a Buttery. Tartans, Crab-fifh. Tat, Put. Tawky, 
Cunning. Paunches, Tripe. Teat-pot, Peat Coal-pit. Tibroch, 
a Highland Tune. P/cfeZe, afmall Share. Tig, Earthen-pot, 
Fillar, Stool of Repentance. Tine, Pain. JKab, Strength,, 
Tlet, to fold. Ti. twift. Toortith, Poverty. Tou or Tu, Pull. 
Po7«, Poll. Tcwfowdy, Ram-head Sup. Trig, Higle. Pn'i>e, to 
prove -or tafte. 

Kair, Roar. Rajhes, Rufhcs. Red up, Put in order. Ren- 
aie, Rein. Rever, Robber. Rifarts, Radifb.es. Rife, Plenty. 
Riggs, Ridge*. Row, Roll. Rowth, Wealth. Rude, Crols. 
Rmkcled, Wrinkled. Rung, a Club. Rufe, or Roofe, to 
praife. 

Sat, So. £*fc, Soft. Sair, Sore. Sara*, Salt. Seint, Ap- 
pearance. &//, Self. Sey, Try. Shanna, Shall not. Sbanny- 
moniWdot Shevilgabit, the Mouth much to one Side. Shaw, 
Cow-dung. Shaw, Show. I/Z. a Woody-bank. Shoo, a&hoe. 
Shoan, Shoes. Shore, to threaten. ,#&*>«, Thin. A Jhire Lick, 
A fmart Fellow. Sic or A'cfc, Such. Sican, Such an one. Sin or 
Sy?ie, Since, Sindle, Seldom. &'ȣ/w,Since that time. Skair,Shzre. 
Skaith, Harm, Lois. Skink, Strong Sup. Sma, Small, Snack, 



'd. Sonfy, 
DYl'd like 



Smart Sna, Snow £»e*jZ, to fnarl. Smjlring, SnufF. £»ooi, a 
Headband. 5»^, Convenient, Neat. Sodden, 
Fortunate, Jolly. Sqwens, a kind of fbwr'd Gruel boyl' 
Parle. Squm, of Sheep, 20. ^ftasfee. Spoke. %>«•, to ask. 
Speldlng, dry'd White-fim. Stalwart, Strong, well-made. 
Stane, Stone. Starns, Stars. #wfe, Shut, iiwi, Stalk haftily. 
Stirk, a young Bullock. Stou]>, a Prop. &ras. Straw. Streek, 
Stretch. Stenzie, to ftain. Swats, Small Ale. iSatfer, Un- 
willing, Lazy. Switber, in doubt. Sybows, young Onions. 
Syne, Then. 

Tae, Toe. Tald, Told. 2*ifee», Token. Tane, Taken, I<*. 
the one. T^y Top. Tank, Talk. Te*f, Notice. TJ*e, Thofe. 
1'keyfe, they fhall. ifejfe", to liifFer. Thowhs, Spiritlefs. T£«i, 
Noife of a Stroke. Tins, Lofe. iSwf, Loft. !?««•, Rather. 
Tc^erj Dowry. Tooly, Fight, Contend. 2?<fap, a rolling 

fhort 



C 34f ) 

fhort Step. %wde, to ruffle. Trig, Neat, trow, Believe, 
Tryfi, Appointment. twin, to part from. 

Wad, Would. Was, Woe, ff*/e, to chufe, the Choice. 
Waen, Child Wallozoit, Faded or WitherU Watt, Pale, IdT. 
Won. Wahp, Galoo. IKmm, Womb. fiFSnv, Beftow. War, 
Worfe. IfSfi Know. Waws, Walls. f^wfe, Walk. W. 
Wake. Watvkrife, not inclined to fleep. Wear in, Hem in 
jflFt*, Little. WmW, Thought. *FW«, Wars. Wha, Who, 
JP&*ȣ, a large Cut. Wbatrecks. What matters it. JVhilk, 
Which. W'oingingy Whining. Whijht, Hold your Peace* 
Whillywha, a Cheat or Bite. Wilks, Sea-fnails Win or Won, 
Dwell. Winna, Will not. Winfome, Handfome Wift, Known. 
Witherjhins, to more contrary. Woo y Wool. Wood, Mad. 
Woody,a\Viihy.W<i-iv\ Wonderful! Id. AhlWylie, Cun- 
ning. Wyfon, the Gullet. Wyte, to blame. Unco, very 
ftrange. 

Tad, a Mare. Tefe, Ye mail. !<?>■», Defire. Tefireen, 
¥efteniight. 



CONTENTS. 



The following marked C, D, H, L, M 5 O, 

&c. #r£ new M^ofds by different Hands 5 X, 
the Authors unknown > y Z, old Songs j Q^ 

old Songs with Additions. 



BUfn aboon Traqnair, C. Fage i» 

Tho' Beauty like the Rofe, D * i 

Tweed -lide, C. 12 

IsHamilia then mypwn, S. 13 

Lets be jovial. 14 

Muirland Willy, Z. 15 

When we meet again, Phely, M. 18 

Ye Powers, was Damon then fo bleftj R. 19 

The faithful Shepherd, O. so 

Why hangs that Cloud, 6fv. H. 21 

Broom of Cowden-Knows, S. R. as 

O lovely Maid, how dear's thy Power, L. 2.4 

Ye Gods, was Strephon then fo bleflr, H as 

Teach 



Teach me Chloe how t© prove, L. 26 

Love is the Caufe of my. Mourning, X. «7 

The bonnieft Lafs in a' the Warld, C. «8 

Nancy's to the green Wood gane, Z. 3° 

I have feven braw new Gowns, Z. 32, 

Lucky Nancy, Q. 33 

The Meal was dear fliort fyne, Z. 37 

Blink o'er the Burn I'weet Betty, M. 39 

The bonny grey-ey'd Morning, O. 4° 

Subjected to the Power of Lore, G. 41 

Logan Water, W. 4s 

My Apron Deary, R. 46 

I fixedmy Fancy on her, X. 47 

I loo'd a bonny Lady, X. 4S 

The Rofe of Yarrow, C 49 

A lovely Lafs to a Fryar came. 5 r 

Down the Burn Davie, C. .59 

Ah CMoris. Tune, Gilder Roy, X. _ 60 

Ye Shepherds and Nymphs, X, 61 

When me came ben ftie bobbed, L. 6z 

Dumbarton's Drums, C. 63 

My Deary if thou die, C. 71 

Janet Jo, Q. 72, 

What means this Nicenefs, X. 73 

Auld Rob Moris, Q^ 74 

My Jocky blyth, for what thou haft done, X. 7S 

As Sylvia in a Forefl lay, M. 76 

Katharine Ogic, X. 89 

For the Love of Jean, Z. 94 

Peggy, I muft love thee^ ibid. 

Gaberunzie man, K. J. ' V. 102, 

Ew-bughts Marion, Q. 106 

BIythfom Bridal, Z> 107 

Allan Water, G. in 

Gallowfhiels, D. M. 114 



The fallowing without a Mark, the Words by Allan 
Ram fay. 



BOnny Cbriity. 9 

The Boat-man 28 

Cantata. 35 

5a na ye my Peggy, ■ : 36 

For our lang biding here, 4^ ' 

Hap 



( 347 ) 

Hap me with thy Petticoat. 43 

Rbufe up thy Reafon my beautifu' Annie. 44 

The Bob of Dunblane. 46 

The laft Time I came o'er the Moor. 5 1 

The Lafs of Paty's Mill. S3 

Green Sleeves. 54 

Yellow-hair'd Laddie, ss 

Nanny---0. s6 

Bonny Jean of Aberdeen. 57 

Thro' the Wood, Laddie. 58 

Auld lang fyne. 64 

Lafs of Livingfton. 6s 

Peggy, I muft love thee. 67 

An Ode. 68 

Wine and Muftck. 80 

Ode to the P. H.-— 81 

To R— H-B— 8 3 

Ode to Mr. F — 210 

BeflyBell. 68 

I'll never leave thee. 69 

Wat ye wha I met yeftreen. 77 

My Mither's ay glowran o'er me. 78 

Mary Scot the Flower of Yarrow. 79 

O'er Bogie. 85 

O'er the Moor to Maggie. 87 

Polwart on the Green. 83 

John Hay's bonny Laffie. ib. 

Ann thou wert mine ain Thing. 9 1 

There's my Thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee* 95 

Tibby Fouler in the Glen. 93 

"Up in the Air. « 97 

Fy gar rub her o'er ;wi Strae. 93 

Patie and Peggie. 99 

The Mill, Mill-- Q. ioo 

Woe's my Heart that we fhou'd funder. 101 

Where wad bonny Anne ly. . . 105 

Highland Laddie. i 09 

Collier's Daughter. i\ % 

Where Helen lies. , n 3 



The Verfes to the following, by A l l ft n R a"m say. 

SO fpoke and fmil'd the £aftern Maid. Tune, Iwijhmy 
Love were in a Mire. Page j 1 s 

Lochabber no more. 1 1 6 

Gie 



(34§) 

Gi'e me a Lafs with a Lump of Land, iso 

When abfent from the Nymph I love. 1 23 

The'Carle he came o'er the Croft. 124 

Confefs thy Love fair fuming Maid. To the Tune of Gil- 

likranky. *&■$ 

Up Stairs, dswn Stairs, Timber-ftairs fear me. 13s 

Sleepy Body drowfy Body. 1 40 

Adieu for a while my native Plains. Tune, Til gar ye lie fain 

to follow me. I4 2 - 

Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny Bride. 343 

My Fatie is a Lover gay. Tune, Corn Riggs are homy. 144 
And I'll awa to bony Tweed Jide. Tune, We'll «' to Kelfogo. 

i47 
The Widow can bake, the Widow can brew. 154 

The Highland Lailte. 1 5 5 

Owha'sthatat my Chamber-door. Tune, Wba but I Jo 

Findlay. 160 

When Beauty blazes heavenly bright. Tune, All in the 

Downs. 167 

I have agreenPurfe and a wee Pickle Gowd. 177 

Saw ye Jenny Netles. 185 

For the Yak e of fome Body. 190 

The bony Lais of Brankfome. 1 94 

The Step-daughter. Tune, If the Kirk wadlet me he zoi 
The Ccck Laird. 2,04 

The Soger Laddie. zo6 

The Archers March. 2x17 



Auld Sangs brujh'dupfotne of them with Additions by the 

Pubiijher. 



THE auld Goodman, 117 

The Shepherd Adonis. i* 1 

Balow 3ny Boy. 3 28 

The Night her filent Sable wore. 331 

If Love's a fweet PaflTion. 333 

Honed Man John Ochiltree. **• 

la January hilt. 337 

March, march, ; why the Deel do ye na march. m 1 

Since all thy Vows, falfe Maid. 14S 

Blyth Jocky ycrmg and gay. 35 6 

Todlen Butt, andtodlenBenn, *S9 

My Jenny and I have toiled. 16s 

Love will find out the Way. 373 

3 Rob's 



( 34P ) 

KtVs j&:k came t6 woo our Jenny. *74 

Altho' I be but a Country Lais. >7* 

Waly, waly, but Love be bony. *7? 

As I fat at my Spinning-wheel. l8 1 

O'er the Hills and far away. * 8 3 

Leader Haughs and Yarrow. * s 7 

Norland Jockey and Southland Jenny. *9- 

The yellow-hair'd Laddie fat down on yon Brae. *93 

How happy is the rural Clown. 195 

Willy was a wanton Wag. *97 

Young Philander woo'd me lang. *99 

O Virgin kind, we canna tell. *o° 

?eany, Jean?, where has thou been, ?°* 

e blytheft Lads and Lafles gay. -©3 



B 



New Sengs by different Hands* 
Eauty from Fancy takes its Arms. Tune, Valiant Jockey. 

118 

It was the charming Month of May. 126 

Of all the Birds whofe tuneful Throats. Tune, Wat ye who- 

I met Tejlreen. *?6 

One Day I heard Mary fay. Tune, I'll never leave thee* 

J 39 
'Twas at the fearful Midnight Hour. 14S 

The Sun was funk beneath the Hill. 150 

I tofs and tumble thro' the Night. IS* 

With tuneful Pipe and hearty Glee. 153 

O come away with me Jenny. Tune, Had away from tne Do- 
nald. 157 
'Tis not your Beauty nor your Wit. Tune, John Anderfon 
my Jo. 161 
Come, Florind*, lovely Charmer. Tune, gueen of Sheba'5 
March- 164 
Come, here's to the Nymph that I love. Tune, Auld Sit 
Symon the King. 165 
While our Flocks are a feeding. Tune, My Apoo deary, 

168 
As early I walk'd on the firft of fweet May. Tune, Throw 
the Wood Laddie. 172, 

Adieu ye plealant Sports and Plays. iSs 

Jocky's fou, fenny's fain. 186 

Fair, f 



fweet and young, receive a Prize. 193 



( 'Jfo ) 

A Nymph of th« Plain. 214 

All in the Downs the Fleet was moor'd, 218 

Ah ! bright Belinda, hither fly. 223 

Alexis fhun'd his fellow Swains. -238 

A Quire of bright Beauties. 270 

As charming Clara, walk'd alone. 271 

Amongft the Willows on the Grafs. 280 

A trifling Song you fhall hear. 282 

As the Snow in Valleys lying. 309 

Awake thou faireft Thing in Nature.' 3 1 1 

Away, you Rover. 315 

A four Reformation. 32a 

Be wary, my Celia, when Celadon fuel 224 

Bleit as th' immortal Gods is he, 28S 

Bacchus is a Power divine. 296 

Belinda with affected Mien. 316 

Celia, let not Pride undo you. • 247 

Celia, too late you would repent. 304 

Cupid, God of pleaiing Anguifh. -267 

Defpairing befide a clear Stream. 2.32 

Do not ask me, charming IMllis, 275 

Diogenes furly and proud. 29a 

Down among the dead Men. 293 

Damon, if you will believe me. 310 

Fair Iris and her Swain. 2,21 

Fie, Lix,a, fcorn the little Arts. 2,23 

Farewel, my bony witty Maggy- . 243 

From roiie Bowers, where lleeps the God of Love, 249 

From grave LefFons and Reftraint. 2,84 

Fair Amoret is gone aftray. 310 

Go, go, falieft of thy Sex be gone, 314 

Here are People and Sports. 2,64 

How happy are we. 279 

He that will not merry merry be. 294 

Hark how the THumpet founds to Battle. 307 

He who forever. 315 

I'll range around the fhady Eowers. s 47 

In this Grove my Strepfton walk'd. 3,68 

Jolly Mortals, fill ycu GlaiTes. a93 

I'll fail upon the Dog-ftar. 2.99 

If {he be not kind as fair. 3 5 s 

In Ipite of Love at length I've found, 3 i Z 
Kindly, kindly, thus, myTrtafure. 
Laft Sunday, at St. James's Prayers. 
Love, thou art the beft of human Joy?. 

Let Soldiers fight for Pay and Praife. 242, 

Leave off your foolifh prating. a 4S 

My Days have been fo wondrous free, 217 

Maidens frefh as a Rofc. ^?o 

My 



32a 
231 



My Friend and I we drank. 240 

My Chloe, why do you flight me. 468 

My dear Miftrefs has a Heart. 298 

May the Ambitious ever find. 304 

My Goddefs Lydia, heavenly fair. 306 

Of all the Girls that are fo imart 2.25 

Oh Love ! if a God thou wouldft be. 228 

OnabankbefideaWillow. «37 

Oh ! lead me to fome peaceful Gloom. £50 

Oh ! lead me to fome peaceful Room, 25* 

Of all Comforts I mifcarry'd. 26 1 

Oh ! the charming Month of Mar. 266 

One Evening as flay. 273 

One long Whiifun Holy-day. 477 

One April Morn, when from the Sea. 479 

O furprizing lovely Fair. 313 

On a Bank of Flowers. 317 

Oh ! happy happy Groves. 319 

Pious Selinda goes to Prayers. 2S i 

Pray now, John, let Ju* prevail. 2?* 

Pretty Parrot, fay. * Ja 

Fhillis the faireft of Love's Foes. 2,76 

Prithee Sufan, what doft mule oil S oo 

Prithee, Billy, be 'nt fb filly. 3,1 

Remember Damon, thou didft tell. ^6 

Send heme my long-ftray'd Eyes. ^ I+ 

Sweet are the Charms of her I love. - 2 o 

Stella and FUvia every Hour . 22S 

See, fee, me wakes, Sabina wakes. 2S2 

See, fee, my Seraghinx comes. - 53 

Since Times are fo bad. SS 5 

See, Sirs, fee a Doctor rare. »g s 

Sdinda fuse's the brighter!: Thing. ' 2 3t 

Some fay, Women are like the Seas. C 3 S 

Since we die by the help of good Wiae, 295 

Shall I, wafting in Defpair. sog 

Ten Years, like Troy, my ftubborn Heart. 2IS 

'Twaswhen the Seas were roaring. „%. 

The Ordinance on board. 244 

Tho' cruel you feem to my Pain. 2 . 8 

Tranfportedwith Pleafure. 269 

The Sages of old. , 2 J* 

Whilft I fondly view the Charmer. 214 
Whilft I gaze on Chloe trembling. - 21(f 

"Would you have a young Girl of fifteen Years, 327 

Why fo Pale and wan, fond Lover. ^39 

Well drink and we'll never have done. 2+ 5 

While the Lover is thinking. « 4 S 

Where Oxen do low. z s s 

When 



When Chhe we ply. a 76 

Wou'd.you chule a Wife for a happy Life sSS 

Why (hcmlcl a foolifh Marriage- Vow. *9 8 

When, ■ lovely JPhillis thou art kind. 301 

Why we love, and why we hate. S 0(5 

When bright Anrelia tript the Plain; 3*4 

While filently I lov'd nor dar'd. 3 *9 

We all to conquering Beauty bow. 3 aI 

Young Condon and ihillis. 25a 

Ye Beaus of Pleafure. ft?* 

Yes, I could lore, if 1 could ^nd. 2S7 

You may ceafe to complain.* - 8S 

Ye Virgin Powers, defend my Heart. C97 

You that love Mirth, attend to my Song. 3°3> ' 

Yes, all the World mull Cure agree. 30s 

Rantin Roaring Willie. ^ 3*9 

This is no mine ain Houle. 33° 

Fint a Crum of thee fhe faws. 33 s 

Sae merry as we have been. 333 
My Dady forbad, my Minny forbad, 334 

Steer her up, and had hggMWn- 33<S 

Clout the Caldron. 537 

The Malt Man. - 333 

Bonny E;{fy. .' • * 339 

Omnia vincit Amor. • - 54° 



Xi 



FINIS.